Kami Garcia (born March 25, 1972) is an American writer.
The stuffs you're good at and the stuffs you're bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for people you love and the people you don't. And the people who love you and the people who don't. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people.
So why did I think about her every second? Why was I so much happier the minute I saw her? I felt like maybe I knew the answer, but how could I be sure? I didn't know, and I didn't have any way to find out. Guys don't talk about stuff like that. We just lie under the pile of bricks.
I only assumed those dresses were costumes, based on the garish nature of the plumage.
What we had went so much deeper than a kiss. When we were together, she turned me completely inside out. It didn't matter if we were dead or alive. We could never be kept apart. There were some things more powerful than worlds or universes. She was my world, as much as I was hers. What we had, we knew. The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay. Anybody who's ever been in love can tell you that.
I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.
Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains
Jewelry, I'm telling you. It's a thing. And love. And maybe danger.
My life had taken a stranger turn than I could've ever imagined. What was I doing on this path? Where was I headed really? Who was I to take on a battle between powers I didn't understand— armed with a runaway cat, a uniquely bad drummer, a pair of garden shears, and an Ovaltine-drinking teen Galileo? To save a girl who didn't want to be saved?
I pulled Lena's necklace out of my pocket. I let the charms roll around in my palm, but they were tangled and meaningless without her. The necklace was heavier than I imagined, or maybe it was the weight of my conscience.
She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.
Maybe Ridley was like chicken pox; you could only catch it once.
Are you accusing me of reading? ~ Ridley
Ethan Wate: What I can't figure is, you go to church everyday, how do you believe in all of this and still believe in God? Amma: God created all things didn't he? Only man will decide which ones is mistakes. - Beautiful Creatures
She leaned into my shoulder. "Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have power. " I pushed her hair behind her ear. "Maybe you just have to fall for one.
No, I'm too busy trying to deflect your Power of Stupidity. But I don't think I'm strong enough.
Nothing was ever how you wanted it to be. Not anymore. Not for me.
There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.
There are lots of things we choose not to see. Doesn't mean they aren't there, even if we wish they weren't.
When we were together, she turned me completely inside out.
You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.