“What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?”
“Trust is a careless pursuit at best. At worst, it's a good way to get yourself killed.”
“The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.”
“You know everyone loves to hate a happy pair of lovebirds.”
“I've already had to wait so long."
"How long?" Luce asked.
"Not so long that I've forgotten that you're worth everything. Every sacrifice. Every pain.”
“I don't understand what you're still doing here."
She blinked and nodded miserably, then began to turn away.
"No!" He pulled her back. "Don't leave. It's just that you've never—we've never... gotten this far." He closed his eyes. "Will you say it again?" he asked, almost shyly. "Will you tell me ... what I am?"
"You're an angel," she repeated slowly, surprised to see Daniel close his eyes and moan in pleasure, almost as if they were kissing. "I'm in love with an angel.”
“Please don't worry. I will always come for you. I won't let you go until you understand that."
"Then I refuse to understand," she said.”
“I do all of these things," Daniel said, leaning into her so that their foreheads touched, "because you're my love, Lucinda. For me, you're all there is.”
“It felt so good
just to be held”
“The good news is" he paused, carefully choosing his words, "I kissed you, and you're still here.”
“We meet. We always meet, somehow we're always thrown together, no matter where I go, no matter how I try to distance myself from you. It never matters. You always find me.”
“The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.”
“I get to live forever," he repeated. Luce was still lost, but he kept talking, a stream of words pouring out of his mouth. "I get to live, and to watch babies being born, and grow up, and fall in love. I watch them have babies of their own and grow old. I watch them die. I am condemned, Luce, to watch it all over again and again. Everyone but you." His eyes were glassy. His voice dropped to a whisper. "You don't get to fall in love--"
"But...," she whispered back. "I've...fallen in love.”
“She took comfort in the soft occasional sound of turning pages.”
“She buried her face in his shoulder. And while the truth still scared her, being in his arms made her feel like the sea finding its shore, like a traveler returning after a long, hard, distant trip-- finally returning home.”
“You're still here," he whispered.
"They couldn't drag me away.”
“Get to part B, Daniel. Think fast. Patience is a virtue, and you know how Cam feels about those.”
“You don't really know either of us," Cam said, standing and stepping away, "but you're prepared to choose right now, huh?”
“And the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart.”
“You're an angel," she repeated slowly, surprised to see Daniel close his eyes and moan in pleasure, almost as if they were kissing. "I'm in love with an angel.”
“And the way he looked at her was so intense, his big green eyes probing into her, like he approved of everything she held inside.”
“And while Luce dreamed below of the most glorious wings unfurling-the likes of which she'd never seen before-two angels in the rafters shook hands.”
“She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.”
“He dipped her low and kissed her fiercely, as if he were angry, and each time his lips left hers, even just for half a second, the most parching thirst ran through her, making her cry out.”
“Shut up," Daniel said, but he said it softly and so tenderly that Luce suprised both of them by obeying.
"I don't think you're stupid."
He closed his eyes "I think you're the smartest person I know. And the kindest. And..."
he swallowed, opening his eyes to look directly at her - "the most beautiful.”
“some angels are destined to fall”
“It's such a beautiful question, Luce. I adore you for asking it, and I wish I could explain it better. All I can tell you is this: The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.”
“She had sand in her mouth and between her toes, the briny wind raising goose bumps on her skin, and the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart.
She could, at that moment, have died for him.”
“Soooo," Arriane said. "Now you've met Randy."
"I thought his name was Cam."
"We're not talking about him," Arriane said quickly. "I mean the she-man in there." Arriane jerked her head toward the office where they'd left the attendant in front of the TV. "Whaddya think-dude or chick?"
"Uh, chick?" Luce said tentativley. "Is this a test?"
Arriane cracked a smile. "The first of many. And you passed. At least, I think you passed. The gender of most of the faculty here is an ongoing, schoolwiide debate. Don't worry, you'll get into it.”
“It is so hard to be a girl and want what you have never had. To be a child and want what you cannot imagine. To look at women and think, Nobody else, nobody else has ever wanted to do what I want to do. Hard to be innocent, believing yourself evil. Hard to think no one else in the history of the world wants to do this. Hard to find out that they do, but not with you. Or not in quite the way you want them to do it.”
“Home is the place that expects the most of you, but still welcomes you at your worst. And she has always been my home, my Merminia.”
“They defined one benefit of a higher speed limit as a quicker commute to and from work, calculated the economic benefit of the time saved (valued at an average wage of $20 an hour) and divided the savings by the number of additional deaths. They discovered that, for the convenience of driving faster, Americans were effectively valuing human life at the rate of $1.54 million per life. That was the economic gain, per fatality, of driving ten miles an hour faster.15”
“And she was interesting, an odd confusion of wit and intense earnestness; a vivid and remarkable person.”
“The truth was, I yearned, in a soul-deep way, to be Sarra. To 'feel' that God was so very close, so very concerned with my particular life, so very ready to protect and to love. Always nearby. Always listening. Always leading.”
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