Kami Garcia (born March 25, 1972) is an American writer.
Fate is a wheel that turns without our hand
Sixteen moons, Sixteen years Sixteen of your deepest fears Sixteen times you dreamed my tears Falling, Falling through the years
Laws of physics laws of love of time and space and the (in)between place (in)between you and me and where we are lost and looking looking and lost
No, books. She would have maybe twenty going at a time, lying all over our house--on the kitchen table, by her bed, the bathroom, our car, her bags, a little stack at the edge of each stair. And she'd use anything she could find for a bookmark. My missing sock, an apple core, her reading glasses, another book, a fork.
Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.
Don’t think so. We all make our choices, and those choices have consequences.
He could feel it immediately when his shoulder snapped - the intense pain of his bones cracking. His skin tightened, as if it could no long hold whatever was lurking inside him. The breath was sucked from his lungs like he was being crushed. His vision began to blur, and he had the sensation he was falling, even though he could feel the rock tearing at his flesh as his body seized on the ground.
It's crazy what you see if you aren't really looking.
Hey Rid?" She stopped and turned to look at him, almost ruefully. Like she couldn't help what she was any more then a shark could help being a shark, but if she could. . . "Yeah, Shrinky Dink?" "You're not all bad. " She looked right at him and almost smiled. "You know what they say. Maybe I'm just drawn that way.
Maybe Ridley was like chicken pox; you could only catch it once.
In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.
Lies, lies are the place where darkness grows.
The guys were going down one road, and I was going down another.
Even lost in the darkness, my heart will find you.
We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.
I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss
Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.
When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?
I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.
words same as always same as nothing when nothing is the same