No! Aguaje is for girls. If a man eats to much of it, he starts to look like a woman.That is the most unscientific thing I’ve ever heard.Then you haven’t met my cousin Jacari. Too much aguaje. Now the mothers use him as wet nurse.
Women! They think it so romantic to break the rules. But what are we if we don’t hold to tradition, am I right?” ~Darian
Beauty and death, so closely knit together. This seems to be the central theme of my life.
To have thought that, with the right tests and the right lectures, I could be made into a cold-blooded, heartless killer. To have thought that I could ignore the beating of my own heart long enough to stop the beating of another’s.
It’s a limitless new world, and we are only just beginning to explore it.
For the last few centuries, these jeweled fruits have been my constant and sole companions. The greatest treasure in all the world, as comfortless as light to the blind.
Reminding me how fragile this life is and how easily it can be lost. Compelling me to live and to live well, while I still can.Because sooner or later, we must all face eternity.
It seemed to her that living without control of your own will was hardly a step above not living at all.
The will of this boy thief flows in golden streams. It is the thread with which I weave, the colors with which I paint, the element with which I create.
She was a blank, a wordless being. She was a hole in the universe.
Now, when I look into his eyes, I don’t see death – but eternity. For the first time in my life, I am looking into someone’s gaze and realizing that not only do I understand what’s in his eyes…he understands what’s in mine.
Remember, Pia,” he whispers. “Perfect is as perfect does.
You’re beautiful and wild and kind, and I can’t stop thinking about you.” A sunny, foolish smile breaks across his face. “It’s wrong and stupid and wonderful, Zahra. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but here I am. I love you.
As the poets say, stories are truth told through lies.
There is no brightness without darkness. There is no body without its shadow.
We were too greedy, grasping for immortality too soon. Perhaps if we had only been patient, content to wait, we would all have forever in the end.
She said, ‘People are like stars, but it’s stories that turn us into constellations. If we don’t tell our stories, we burn alone in the dark.
I can’t let the killing go on. No more death, not because of me. This is the only way. You and I both know it. Eio.
How many have died that I might live?And who has died that I might live?
The noblest life is the one laid down for another.
There’s just one rule, just one basic law that everyone lives under : take control or be controlled.
WHERE IS MY SON?” Uncle Antonio bellows, levelling the two AK-47s he’s holding at the lot of us. “Get away from him, you bastards!
That your eyes are like bits of sky seen through the leaves. And that, like the rain washes the mud from the leaves, you… how did he say it? Oh yes. That you wash the darkness from the world.
Have I told you I love you?” he whispers.I smile. “Not since this morning.””Unforgivable. I will tell you every hour of every day.
A body can’t live without a heart. And I can’t live without you.
I think of the five generations it will take before [Mr. Perfect]’s born, and I want to scream. I want someone now. I want someone who will look into my eyes and understand everything behind them.
It slowly dawns on me what it is, the sensation that has bridged the gap between how I saw the world yesterday and how I see it today. It compensates for my lost keenness and even makes everything around me a little brighter. Hope.
A kind of childlike purity to her repose that made the thought of kissing her seem vile.
Everytime he looked at her she felt brighter inside, and she yearned to keep his attention, to hold his gaze.
If people could fall apart, why couldn’t they fall back together?
Use your wish,” I whisper to Aladdin, opening my eyes. “Please.”“If I do,” he replies softly, “I’ll lose you.