The Darkest Legacy

We’ve inherited the darkest legacy, but they don’t know that we’ve learned how to thrive in shadows and create our own light.

I’m going to remind you that heroes frequently die, but the morally mediocre people almost always live to see another day. Don’t do anything that’s going to piss me off.

As Vida always said, there are times you have to listen to your gut and tell common courtesy to fuck right off.

As Vida always said, the best way through bullshit was to wade in, hold your nose with one hand and a grenade in the other, and cut straight to it.

Your world could be dissolving with grief or pain or anger, but the sky would still give you the most breathtaking sunrise of violet warming to shell pink.

Ruby used to say that we'd earned our memories, but we didn't owe them anything beyond their keeping. I guess she'd know better than most. We were moving forward, and the past was best left to its darkness. Its ashes.

Hard exteriors could hide soft hearts, a chosen family could be more important than a blood one... and even the safest of places could be made into a trap.

In darkness, you only need to see just as far as you headlights extend. As long as you keep going, it is enough.

Everyone pulls a bad card. What matters is how you ultimately play it.

The names we gave ourselves would always have more meaning than the labels others forced on us.

I don't want to be your stranger." I glanced back. "Then don't be.

It was a good ten minutes before I realized Roman and I had been sitting in silence. I stole a look at him out of the corner of my eye, but he seemed unbothered by quiet as I was. For the first time in a long while, I didn't feel like I had to say anything. There was no one to comfort tor convince. There was no one to charm or encourage. I disappeared into myself as I drove on, trying to find my center. I could breathe. Be still. What I hadn't expected was how much Roman seemed to need it, too. Some people feared silence. They did anything to fill it, talking about things that didn't matter, asking questions just to hear some kind of response. it seemed to me that a lot of people saw it as a kind of failure. Evidence that they weren't interesting enough, or that a bond wasn't strong enough. Or maybe they were just nervous about what it would reveal about themselves.

Everyone's entitled to stupidity, but they really abuse the privilege, don't they?

If they wouldn't see us as human, we'd make sure they understood we were something more.

One voice could be drowned out, but not a dozen. Not a hundred. Not a thousand.

Eyes of a poet, hands of a killer. Who the hell are you?

Breaking a bad cycle can sometimes break a system. But breaking a system will always break the cycle. It's only a difference in the degree of certainty.

It'll be enough for now. Don't rush the horses.

It'll only be unbearable when I give up hope of ever getting her back," she said. "And I won't. Not ever. My heart is a wheel. It breaks all the damn time, but, most days, it just rolls on." [Pryianka]

She [Ruby] leaned down, whispering, "It's painful because we care. Don't ever stop caring. Don't let anyone make you cold. You are already the strongest person I know.

To my surprise, he laughed softly, pressing his hand to his head and tilting it back. My eyes fixed on the strong line of his jaw, where there was a small scar just below his right cheek. 'Priyanka was right. I'm an idiot. You, on the other hand, are amazing.

She could have been anyone’s grandmother—if it hadn’t been for the flaming bottle she clutched in her hand.

I’d rather be the fool who hopes and works toward change than the cynic who does nothing and laughs when his doubts are proven right.

Desperate times, I thought. When were they not though?

What did it feel like," he asked, "to hold a storm in your hands?

I don’t want to be your stranger.