I Thought We Were Forever Quotes

#1. Bellusdeo laughed. It was, for a moment, the only sound in the quiet of the fief's night, and it was warmer and deeper than the lingering night chill. When her laughter faded, she glanced at Kaylin. "I was not like this before. I thought that the Shadows had not touched me." She lowered her head a moment.
Kaylin understood this, as well. "It seems so unfair," she finally said.
"Life is unfair. Which part of it pains you?"
"We suffer, and it breaks something. When we win free - by gaining our name, by crossing a bloody bridge - we still live in a cage of scars. If life were fair, we would never have suffered what we suffered at all; having suffered it and survived, we're still reacting to things that don't exist anymore."
"But they did."
"Yes. I hate that they still define me." Voice lower, she said to Bellusdeo, "I want that to change. I don't know how to change it. But I'm willing to spend the rest of my life trying." Shaking her head, she forced herself to smile; it was surprisingly easy. There was something about Bellusdeo that she liked. "Home is a strange thing."
"What do you mean?"
"We lose it, and we think it's gone forever. That's how I felt the first time I lost mine. It took me years to understand that I could find - and make - another. I couldn't do it on my own, though; I don't think - for me - home exists in isolation. #Quote by Michelle Sagara West

#2. I'm first up, love," Arion says as he starts invading my space again. "I thought the only thing holding you back was your fear. Clearly the fear is absent if you're willing to turn yourself over to the very darkest part of me. It's amazing you're in one piece, so clearly you played submissive very well, Violet. It's because you were ready for me to save you and overcame your fear of me. Now we can be together."

When I say nothing and simply stare at him like he's forever losing his mind more and more when we speak, he frowns like he's genuinely perplexed.

"Arion, no matter what you did, I couldn't have endured another second of those cries. And you were at Abby's mercy while in that state. You ripped my throat out and told me to put on some healing potion so you could sit down and watch the fight."

Apparently, I guess right, because his pupils widen marginally.

"I held your hand when you finished," he says like he's defending himself.

"So you could watch the fight."

"Vance was focused. It's been ages since he focused. Thing of beauty while it happens," he says as if that's important information.

I gesture between us. "That's sort of the problem. I feel like the conduit for your feelings for them because you have heterosexual body parts with a homosexual mentality. I'm not sure I'm okay with simply being a conduit," I carefully explain, causing his eyes to widen a little more, as several muffled sound #Quote by Kristy Cunning

#3. Our first night in the house, my wife and I were lying in bed. I was thanking God for my blessings. Thanking God for not having to pull aside a dining room curain to have my children near - that they were right down the hall, asleep in their Superman underwear, their little chests rising and falling to the pulse of their dreams.
I thought how some blessings are fickle guests. Just when we think they're here to stay, they pack their bags and move. When we're in the midst of blessing, we think it's our due - that blessing lasts forever. Next thing you know we're sitting helpless beside a hospital bed. All we're left with is a name on a wall, a toy in a desk, and memories that haunt our sleep.
Sometimes we come to gratitute too late. It's only after blessing has passed on that we realize what we had.
- chapter 2 #Quote by Philip Gulley

#4. What I want you to understand is that when I heard your words, it was as if every single second we had spent together up to that point was a lie. Every word, every touch, every kiss. You were looking at me, but you wanted him. I was this…thing to be endured to keep your family safe. You would allow me to touch you, to make love to you all the while wishing for Colin. I thought all that passion we had between us was a complete figment of my imagination and it was a bitter pill to swallow. I hated you. Worse than I'd ever hated anyone in my life. I was determined to make you pay. I'd keep you shackled to me forever as punishment. Keep you away from your true love." Bree stared at him, unable to fathom such cruelty. Who was this man she loved that was capable of such a thing? "And then?" He took a deep shaky breath and leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. "Then I spent all my energy trying to prove to myself by looking at you that you were lying to me, to justify what I was doing by picking up little gestures or flickers in your eyes that would prove to me that you felt nothing for me." Bree rolled her eyes and gave a tearful snort. "And did you, after how hard I fought for you, did you get what you wanted? Did you prove to yourself what a lying bitch I am?" "No. Of course not. So I started to doubt what I heard." "After living with Bernardo for all your life it had just occurred to you that he just may have tampered with the fucking thing?" Bre #Quote by E. Jamie

#5. Is that it?" he asked.
"is what it?" I replied.
"You and me, done and dusted?"
"Was there ever a you and me?" I asked
"I thought there was a little frisson earlier. Something we could work on."
"Frisson? You mean, you taking the piss out of me and me saying you were rubbish? That was a frisson? I feel really sorry for the women you go out with."
"So this," he moved his forefinger in the space between us, "isn't going anywhere?"
"Where did you think it would go?"
"To dinner or a drink?"
"Jack, I'm sorry to say I don't particularly like you. Your clearly over-inflated sense of entitlement keeps bringing out the not very nice side of me. See? I would never normally say that to someone - and believe me, I meet a lot of odious people on a daily basis so I do know how to keep it in - but with you, I can't help it. So, no, I don't see this going anywhere.'
He studied me silently, his eyebrows knitted slightly together as his moss-green eyes held mine. "At least tell me your full name."
"Why?"
"So I can forever remember the one person who didn't fall for my charm, or lack thereof. #Quote by Dorothy Koomson

#6. Though I'm not sure, I thought I saw women dressed in black, with her head and face covered by a black veil, duck behind a tree as we approached the road and parked car. Hiding so we wouldn't see her. But I caught a glimpse, enough to reveal the rope of lustrous pearls she wore. Pearls that were there for a thin white hand to lift and nervously, out of long habit, twist and untwist into a knot. Only one women I knew did that
and she was the perfect one to wear black, and should run to hide!
Forever hide! Color all her days black! Every last one! #Quote by V.C. Andrews

#7. And there we were, in a kind of harmony; and the evening was so beautiful, that it made a pain in my heart, as when you cannot tell whether you are happy or sad; and I thought that if I could have a wish, it would be that nothing would ever change, and we could stay that way forever. #Quote by Margaret Atwood

#8. I was outside St. Cecelia's Rectory smoking a cigarette when a goat appeared beside me. It was mostly black and white, with a little reddish brown here and there. When I started to walk away, it followed. I was amused and delighted, but wondered what the laws were on this kind of thing. There's a leash law for dogs, but what about goats? People smiled at me and admired the goat. "It's not my goat," I explained. "It's the town's goat. I'm just taking my turn caring for it." "I didn't know we had a goat," one of them said. "I wonder when my turn is." "Soon," I said. "Be patient. Your time is coming." The goat stayed by my side. It stopped when I stopped. It looked up at me and I stared into its eyes. I felt he knew everything essential about me. We walked on. A police- man on his beat looked us over. "That's a mighty fine goat you got there," he said, stopping to admire. "It's the town's goat," I said. "His family goes back three-hundred years with us," I said, "from the beginning." The officer leaned forward to touch him, then stopped and looked up at me. "Mind if I pat him?" he asked. "Touching this goat will change your life," I said. "It's your decision." He thought real hard for a minute, and then stood up and said, "What's his name?" "He's called the Prince of Peace," I said. "God! This town is like a fairy tale. Everywhere you turn there's mystery and wonder. And I'm just a child playing cops and robbers forever. Please forgive me if I cry." "We forgive you, Officer," I #Quote by James Tate

#9. Dearest," she murmured, "as you know, there was a time when it didn't matter to me whether I married a man I loved or not... it seemed enough just to get my family out of the desperate situation we were in. But when I thought about what it would be like to share a bed with my husband... to spend the rest of my life with him... I knew Simon was the only choice." She paused, and sudden tears glittered her eyes. Beautiful, self-possessed Annabelle, who hardly ever cried. "When I'm ill," she continued in a husky voice, "when I'm afraid, when I need something, I know he will move heaven and earth to make everything all right. I trust him with every fiber of my being. And when I see the child we created, the two of us mingled forever in her... my God, how grateful I am that I married Simon. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#10. I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care, I am me. My name is Valerie, I don't think I'll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography ill ever write, and god, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985, I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she use to tell me that god was in the rain. I passed my 11th lesson into girl's grammar; it was at school that I met my first girlfriend, her name was Sara. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an adolescent phase people outgrew. Sara did, I didn't. In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me, he told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth, was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free. I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, "The Salt Flats". It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips bu #Quote by Alan Moore

#11. Clary,

Despite everything, I can't bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more then I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I'm leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do.
I'm writing this watching the sun come up. You're asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I dont want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I'm perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn't stand that.
I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you.
All night I've watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that's real, but every night. But things aren't different, and I can't #Quote by Cassandra Clare

#12. Epistle to Be Left in the Earth

...It is colder now,
There are many stars,
We are drifting
North by the Great Bear,
The leaves are falling,
The water is stone in the scooped rocks,
To southward
Red sun grey air:
The crows are
Slow on their crooked wings,
The jays have left us:
Long since we passed the flares of Orion.
Each man believes in his heart he will die.
Many have written last thoughts and last letters.
None know if our deaths are now or forever:
None know if this wandering earth will be found.

We lie down and the snow covers our garments.
I pray you,
You (if any open this writing)
Make in your mouths the words that were our names.
I will tell you all we have learned,
I will tell you everything:
The earth is round,
There are springs under the orchards,
The loam cuts with a blunt knife,
Beware of
Elms in thunder,
The lights in the sky are stars -
We think they do not see,
We think also
The trees do not know nor the leaves of the grasses hear us:
The birds too are ignorant.
Do not listen.
Do not stand at dark in the open windows.
We before you have heard this:
They are voices:
They are not words at all but the wind rising.
Also none among us has seen God.
(...We have thought often
The flaws of sun in the late and driving weather
Pointed to one tree but it w #Quote by Archibald MacLeish

#13. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I know you won't believe it, but I thought it would be best for you. You were doing so well until I came back. I thought you could go back to how it was. You still can."
"Don't say that,Becks.We're going to figure something out."
"I know.Even so,I understand that it would've been easier for you if I'd never come back.Maybe you and Jules..."
His grip on my arm tightened,and when he spoke,his voice wavered. "Becks. I crashed when you left.Jules held together the pieces,and I will love her forever for that.But if I was with her, it wouldn't be right." He grimaced. "She told me so herself, right before I left with Will. She knew." Jack pushed my hair out of my eyes and off my forehead.
"Um,she knew what?" I could barely hear my own voice.
"It's always been you,Becks. Nothing will change that,no matter how much time has passed." He glanced down. "No matter if you feel the same way or not. You know what,right?"
I shook my head slowly,wanting desperately to believe him, but not sure if I could.
"How can you not see that? Everyone sees it." He slid his hand down my arm and grabbed my fingers, holding them in his lip,tracing them. Staring at them. "Remember freshman year? How Bozeman asked you to the Spring Fling?"
Bozeman. He was two years older than me. Played offensive lineman. His first name was Zachary, but nobody had called him that since the third grade. I'd been surprised he even knew my name, let alone ask #Quote by Brodi Ashton

#14. A hand landed on his ass and urged him on and there was no wall, there were no obstacles, there was only the sea of Margaret, the hot bath of her enveloping love. She put her lips to his ear and whispered warm while cool hands pressed his back and steered him all the way into her. 'You'll never get away. You'll move in with me, we'll get married, we'll have children. You'll be here forever,' she whispered, and in the ocean of her being, he let go of the frightened air trapped in his heart, he exhaled the despair of his soul and he thought with glee: I'm home! I'm home! Thank God, I'm home! #Quote by Rafael Yglesias

#15. If it's any consolation," he murmured, "I had a miserable time last night."
"Good. You deserved to." She smiled. "Not that I care one way or the other."
"Stop pretending that you don't care," he said hoarsely. "We both care, and you know it. I care more than you can possibly imagine."
She wanted to believe him, but how could she? "You say that only to coax me into your bed."
He smiled mirthlessly. "I don't need to coax women into my bed, my dear. They usually leap there of their own accord." His smile faded. "This is the first time I've apologized to a woman. I've never given a damn what any woman thought of me, though plenty of them tried to make me do so. So please forgive me if I'm not handling this to your satisfaction. It's not a situation I'm accustomed to."
He was holding her so tenderly, it made her want to weep. Every move they made was a seduction-his leg advancing as hers went back, his hand gripping her waist, the waltz beating a rhythm that made her want to whirl around the ballroom with him forever. Her mind told her she should resist him, but her heart didn't want to listen.
Her heart was a fool.
She gazed past his shoulder. "My father used to go to a brothel. He never remarried, so he went there to…er…feed his needs. I had to go fetch him a few times when my cousins were working and my aunt was looking after my grandmother, who lived nearby."
She didn't know why she was telling him this, but it was a relief to speak of i #Quote by Sabrina Jeffries

#16. There's our homecoming picture. Last Halloween, when I dressed up as Mulan and Peter wore a dragon costume. There's a receipt from Tart and Tangy. One of his notes to me, from before. If you make Josh's dumb white-chocolate cranberry cookies and not my fruitcake ones, it's over. Pictures of us from Senior Week. Prom. Dried rose petals from my corsage. The Sixteen Candles picture.
There are some things I didn't include, like the ticket stub from our first real date, the note he wrote me that said, I like you in blue. Those things are tucked away in my hatbox. I'll never let those go.
But the really special thing I've included is my letter, the one I wrote to him so long ago, the one that brought us together. I wanted to keep it, but something felt right about Peter having it. One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It's the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours.
When he gets to that page, Peter stops. "I thought you wanted to keep this," he said.
"I wanted to, but then I felt like you should have it. Just promise you'll keep it forever."
He turns the page. It's a picture from when we took my grandma to karaoke. I sang "You're So Vain" and dedicated it to Peter. Peter got up and sang "Style" by Taylor Swift. Then he dueted "Unchained Melody" with my grandma, and after, she made us both promise to take a Korean language class at UVA. She and Peter took a ton of se #Quote by Jenny Han

#17. I felt Thomas studying me but no longer had the urge to mask my expression as I used to. He opened his mouth, then shut it, causing me to puzzle over what he might have said. Perhaps he'd grown as weary of having the same debate. I didn't wish to tell anyone of our eventual betrothal until we'd spoken to my father. Thomas saw it as hesitancy on my part, a notion so ridiculous I refused to acknowledge it at all. We simply did not have the luxury of time to visit with Father and inform him of our intentions while we raced to the ship, as much as I wanted to. There wasn't any part of me that didn't long to be with him forever. After everything we'd been through over the last month, I thought he'd know that.
A moment later, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and tugged me near, safe in his indiscretion, since we were alone on the freezing deck. I relaxed into his embrace, letting the warmth of his body and the scent of his cologne comfort me.
"I cannot promise all will be well, Audrey Rose. #Quote by Kerri Maniscalco

#18. You remember that documentary they showed us in sixth grade? The one about Hurricane Katrina?"
"Yeah." I shrug, remembering how we'd all piled into the media center to watch it on the big, pull-down screen. I don't recall much about the movie itself, but I'm pretty sure Brad Pitt had narrated it. "What about it?"
"I had nightmares for weeks. I have no idea why it affected me the way it did."
"Seriously?"
He nods. "Ever since, well…let's just say I don't do well in storms. Especially hurricanes."
I just stare at him in stunned silence.
"You're going to have fun with this, aren't you?"
"No, I…of course not. Jeez." How big of a bitch does he think I am? "I'm not going to tell a soul. I promise. Okay? What happens in the storm shelter stays in the storm shelter," I quip, trying to lighten the mood.
His whole body seems to relax then, as if I've taken a weight off him.
"Did you seriously think I was going to rag on you for this? I mean, we've been friends forever."
He quirks one brow. "Friends?"
"Well, okay, not friends, exactly. But you know what I mean. Our moms used to put us in a crib together. Back when we were babies."
He winces. "I know."
"When we were little, things were fine. But then…well, middle school. It was just…I don't know…awkward. And then in eighth grade, I thought maybe…" I shake my head, obviously unable to form a complete sentence. "Never mind."
"You thought what? C'mon, don't stop now. You' #Quote by Kristi Cook

#19. He Is Too Good To Be True!!

When I first meet you we were suppose to be friends
Who would of thought that I would love you in the end?
We talked and talked for months and months
Got to know each other in a way that no one would
I didn't want to give you my heart I was so scared that
You would tear it apart, but then I gradually let to commit the perfect crime
Cause you stole my heart with no intentions of giving it back
Now is the time for us to grow old together that is what you say
But I just cannot wait for that special day.
Every time that I'm with you I still get butterflies after all these months
You are so cute the way that you smile
Your eyes looking into mine makes me want to kiss you every time
The way that you hold me at night makes me feel like I am floating in the air
It all just feels so right to be next to every single second of the day
Your love lights up my life and when I am down it lights up the stars in the night.
I promise to love you in every way that I can and to be by your side in every way.
You just make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have you as a boyfriend and my best friend. From now until forever I will always love you #Quote by Angela Gutiérrez

#20. What do you know of the Knights?" he asked.

Fin shrugged. "I thought knights were only in children's stories until a few days ago."

Jeannot smiled. "A man could do worse than to live in the stories of a child. There is, perhaps, no better remembrance."

"Until the child grows up and finds out the stories aren't true. You might be knights, but I don't see any shining armor," Fin said.

Jeannot stopped near the gate of the auberge and faced her. "Each time a story is told, the details and accuracies and facts are winnowed away until all that remains is the heart of the tale. If there is truth at the heart of it, a tale may live forever. As a knight, there is no dragon to slay, no maiden to rescue, and no miraculous grail to uncover. A knight seeks the truth beneath these things, seeks the heart. We call this the corso. The path set before us. The race we must run. #Quote by A.S. Peterson

#21. And his kisses.
God, his lips feel like they were custom made to fit perfectly against mine.
He alternates between soft and sweet, hard and hungry. And I get it.
Though we've shared plenty of kisses, this one is different. It's like discovering a lake in the middle of a desert. Or waking up on Christmas morning to a glistening blanket of show. The equivalent of winning the lottery.
And though it redefines the "cheese" in cheesiness, that's what it feels like to have Logan back in my life, back in my arms, when I thought he was lost to me forever.
Being with him means more than I can express. It's everything. He's everything. I start and end with him. #Quote by Siobhan Davis

#22. It was a brutal dose of reality," Brystal said "I've always known the world hated people like us, but I never thought someone would actually want to hurt me. It all feels so personal now."
"Everyone thinks they're immune to discrimination until it happens to them," Madame Weatherberry said. "It only takes one tragic event to change your perspective forever."
Brystal nodded. "Last night, those men spoke to us like we were objects without feelings or souls. We pleaded for our lives and told them they were making a mistake, but they didn't even flinch. And although we did nothing wrong, they acted like we . . . like we . . . well, I don't know how to say it."
"Like you deserved to be punished simply for existing," Madame Weatherberry said.
"Exactly," Brystal said. #Quote by Chris Colfer

#23. The ring is simple with a diamond and a plain gold band but it symbolizes our time together. We have been on a roller coaster ride this entire year and I think we deserve some simplicity. That's what this ring is because asking you to marry me is the simplest thing ever.
I had an idea forever ago for you to move in with me and it's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I thought I knew all there was to know about life and then you ran into mine. The second I saw you I knew one day you were going to be Mrs. Mitchell. Before I had time to think or breathe all of the pieces were falling together and now we're here. And as simple as taking my next breath I can say that I want you forever. So Isabelle Katherine Clark . . . Will you marry me? #Quote by Emily McKee

#24. Behind me, my phone buzzes with a new text.
Nan looks around me suspiciously. "Why are you hiding your cell phone under your pillow?"
Busted. "Because I thought you were Mama," I answer truthfully.
"And you didn't want her to know…what?"
I exhale slowly, trying to decide how much to reveal to her. I reach for my phone and drag it out. "You kind of caught me and Ryder texting."
"You and Ryder? Why is that a secret? Wait--do you mean you two were sexting?"
"Oh my God! No. Eww!" That's just so…tacky.
She shrugs. "Well, then, what's the big deal?"
I realize there's only one way to make her understand what a huge, enormous, monumental deal it is--I have to tell her the truth.
So I do.
When I'm finished, Nan just smiles and says, "It's about damn time you put that boy out of his misery. He's only been in love with you since…well, since forever."
I roll my eyes. "No, you've got it backward. We've hated each other since forever."
"Love, hate," she says with a smile. "Such a fine line between the two, isn't there?"
And you know what? I realize then that she's right. #Quote by Kristi Cook

#25. And I thought, no, the dead are there, and do know themselves and others. I know it's so; it can't be otherwise. To be dead, though, isn't to have further life like ours, just elsewhere; nor is it to live on in the memories of others, or in the dark aliveness of tombs, or in the voices that the still-embodied believe they hear. It's not like any story that any traveler to that realm has told, or any spirit claiming to have come out of that land either. No. But I believe that even though their life is divided forever from the life we live in the day and the sun, we can know something of it: because we live part of our lives the way they do, in a realm that's like the realm where they are. I mean in dreams.

In dreams we traverse other geographies; we walk the roads, we enter the rooms, we speak to the people and beings we encounter. We meet our kin and our dead, just as they were in their youth and in ours, or transfigured, not themselves. We see and hear but can't quite smell or touch. We know ourselves to be there while we are there, but we don't know we know: it's only when we wake that we know what we saw and heard and felt. Usually we know that we saw and felt much more, but we can't retrieve it, and so the experience of it is lost for good; in effect it was never ours.

And I thought that it must be the same in the sleep of death: there, too, we will do deeds, learn truths, pass through landscapes, meet other souls, think about the living, ponder, fee #Quote by John Crowley

#26. Mia and I had been together for more than two years, and yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever, the kind that, had we met five years later and had she not been some cello prodigy and had I not been in a band on the rise - or had our lives not been ripped apart by all this -I was pretty sure it would've been. #Quote by Gayle Forman

#27. I had seen and known negroes since I could remember. I just looked at them as I did at rain, or furniture, or food or sleep. But after that I seemed to see them for the first time not as people, but as a thing, a shadow in which I lived, we lived, all white people, all other people. I thought of all the children coming forever and ever into the world, white, with the black shadow falling upon them before they drew breath. And I seemed to see the black shadow in the shape of a cross. And it seemed like the white babies were struggling, even before they drew breath, to escape from the shadow that was not only upon them but was beneath them too, flung out like their arms were flung out, as if they were nailed to the cross. #Quote by William Faulkner

#28. The things he did and said to me were, in many ways, unforgivable. We divorced. But I kept telling myself I forgave him. I thought if you truly love someone, nothing should be unforgivable... But if I'm honest, I don't know if I'll ever completely forgive him. I will love him forever. Emotions are ours. They are intimate and personal. And they shouldn't be right or wrong. No one should tell you what to feel, who to love, or how to live. #Quote by Jewel E. Ann

#29. Where's my sister?"
"She's setting up the island we found tonight."
Galen shakes his head. "You slithering eel. You might have told me what you were up to."
Toraf laughs. "Oh sure. 'Hey, Galen, I need to borrow Emma for a few minutes so I can kiss her, okay?' Didn't see that going over very well."
"You think your surprise attack went over better?"
Toraf shrugs. "I'm satisfied."
"I could have killed you today."
"Yeah."
"Don't ever do that again."
"Wasn't planning on it. Thought it was real sweet of you to defend your sister's honor. Very brotherly." Toraf snickers.
"Shut up."
"I'm just saying."
Galen runs a hand through his hair. "I only saw Emma. I forgot all about Rayna."
"I know, idiot. That's why I let you hit me fifty-eight times. That's what I would do if someone kissed Rayna."
"Fifty-nine times."
"Don't get carried away, minnow. By the way, was Emma boiling mad or just a little heated? Should I keep my distance for a while?"
Galen snorts. "She laughed so hard I thought she'd pass out. I'm the one in trouble."
"Shocker. What'd you do?"
"The usual." Hiding his feelings. Blurting out the wrong thing. Acting like a territorial bull shark.
Toraf shakes his head. "She won't put up with that forever. She already thinks you only want to change her so she can become another of your royal subjects."
"She said that?" Galen scowls. "I don't know what's worse. Letting her think that, #Quote by Anna Banks

#30. Just say it, she thought. Say what everyone in this bunker is thinking. Say what we all know to be true. The truth that we are all going to die down here, and death is the end. Nobody wakes up to a heaven or paradise. Your life will be gone. You will be gone. Forever. Uncover the truth. Tear off the bandages of delusion. Open your hearts and minds to the real world. We were doomed the day we were born. We lived and we will die and the only immortals are the people who did something worth remembering while they lived. My genetics are prime. I am pleasing to the eyes of man and machine. A dripping fountain of pleasure. Their organic sanctuary. And in time? Aging. Fading. Graying. What am I? Who am I? What makes me human? Emotions? My conscience? The soul is an old testament myth. No one shall ascend anywhere except into annihilation. The dust of earth and stars are the only eternals, she said. #Quote by C.J. Anderson