“You can talk to your old dad about anything, you know. Except boys. And bras. And that Bieber fellow.”
“To truly try means to accept God's love, his healing, to accept the world can be ugly, but your heart doesn't have to be. It takes courage, Finley the warrior. You haven't held on to your anger and bitterness in search of healing, but as a banner of your hurt. Because it's real and visible and strong, " she said. "But so is God's love and so are those arms he's holding out for you.”
“- We don't even like each other.
- I pretty much can't stand you.
And then his lips crushed to mine.”
“You’re a teenager. It’s all complicated.”
“When I get to heaven one day, I'm going to ask God how it's possible that time moves so much quicker on the weekends than on school days.”
“Does your love reach this far, God? And if it extends to heaven and beyond… why can’t it seem to find me?”
“My fate is like those envelopes – sealed and tossed aside.”
“This is Ireland, Finley. It's rough. It's wild. And it is holy.”
“In all these things, I am more than victorious through Him who loves me.”
“What is it you want, Finley Sinclair?"
Some peace. Some healing. To hear God's voice again.
I wanted to find my brother's Ireland. To put it into song.
And I wanted my heart back.
"I'll know it when I find it." I looked past Beckett and into the night sky. "Or when it finds me.”
“If I'm going to be your bloomin' tour guide, I'm gong to do it right." He held out his hand."Do you think I'd take you somewhere dangerous?"
"You bite people for a living."
"Don't be a chicken."
"If you push me over the edge, my parents will be seriously ticked."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me along. "They'll probably send me a thank-you note.”
“I'd had too many moments when I had needed saving. But I wanted those to be over.”
“I'm sorry for Cathleen. She can be... difficult."
Two-year-olds were difficult. That woman was a terrorist.”
“I believe God spoke to you at cliffs. Her hand came to rest on the top of my head. But perhaps you weren't truly listening”
“You’re not too bad, Finley Sinclair.”
I couldn’t have looked away from this boy if the room had caught on fire. “You’re okay yourself. At times.”
“But we can’t get involved.”
“No.” I swallowed. “Definitely not.”
His face lowered a fraction of an inch. “Because I’m infamously bad.”
“And I’m staying away from trouble.”
His voice was rough, husky. “It would never work.” I took a step closer. “Impossible.”
He traced my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “We don’t even like each other." “I pretty much can’t stand you.”
And then his lips crushed to mine.”
“God, I don't know what lies ahead or what will happen next. But you're going to be there, aren't you? Even when the world tricks me into thinking you're not. Things are going to be different. *I'm* going to be different. And I'm going to get it right this time.”
“And as for girls who try to stay away from me—my charm always wears them down.”
“I’m up-to-date on my shots, so I’m pretty much immune to everything.”
“Can you tell me what happened?"
Her lips thinned as she shook her head. "'Tis not a happy tale."
"You have me reading a book about a girl who tries to kill an entire town. Anything else at this point would be a pick me up.”
“And this is Liam," Erin said with leass enthusiasm.
"I'm twelve. But I'm mature for my age. In case you felt like dating a younger man."
"Mature?" Erin snorted. "You still play with Legos."
"Just practicing for my future in engineering." His voice cracked in an unintended squeak. "Mam says one day girls are gonna fall for my intelligence." Liam wiggled those brows toward me. "Better get me while I'm still available.”
“Filming wraps up next week, then I’m officially retiring my fangs.”
“Girls’ hearts will be shattered.”
He tipped up my chin, and his steady gaze locked on mine.
“I’m only worried about one girl’s heart.” Oh. My”
“You can't walk on water holding all that weight, it just makes you sink right down. Let it go.”
“The least you could do is offer a little conversation.” Beckett dodged a pothole, keeping his eyes on the road.
“You want me to talk?”
“It would be the polite thing to do.”
“Okay. Let’s talk.”
“Any topic will be fine.”
“I’m going to sit here and silently think of one. Might take a while.”
“I'm about to as you a favor."
And I'm about to tell you no.”
“Dig deep into that cold, callous heart of yours, Frankie.”
“The air stilled, suspended with unspoken words, heavy thoughts, and two people who couldn't look away from one another.”
“Finley, would you get Beckett something to drink, please?” Beckett caught my less-than-pleasant expression.
“Water will be fine. Not too much ice. Add a slice of lemon.” He reached for my hand and electric currents blazed up my arm. “And don’t spit in it.”
“That’s a lot to remember. You’ll understand if I forget at least one of those commands.”
“Sir, your friend needs to put her seat belt on."
"As much as I like a lovely girl leaning on my shoulder," a lilting voice whispered near my ear, "I think you might want to listen to the flight attendant.”
“God isn't exactly hanging out with me these days.”
“You sounded down on the phone yesterday. You can talk to your old dad about anything, you know. Except boys. And bras. And that Bieber fellow.
—Dad”
“Humility, however, prevents bullying and being bullied. When your daughter recognizes that all humans have equal value and never esteems herself above another, she doesn’t worry about asserting her superiority or take seriously a bully’s taunts. She knows that our worth is not in what we do, what we have, or what we are capable of being, but in the fact that we are human.”
“Il existe je ne sais quoi de grand et d’épouvantable dans le suicide. Les chutes d’une multitude de gens sont sans danger, comme celles des enfants qui tombent de trop bas pour se blesser; mais quand un grand homme se brise, il doit venir de bien haut, s’être élevé jusqu’aux cieux, avoir entrevu quelque paradis inaccessible. Implacables doivent être les ouragans qui le forcent à demander la paix de l’âme à la bouche d’un pistolet… Chaque suicide est un poème sublime de mélancolie.”
“The pulsations of the arteries along my fingers pressing across hers, told her what was passing within me:
she look’d down—a silence of some moments followed.”
“You not the only one who's got wants and needs. But I held on to you, Troy. I took all my feelings, my wants and needs, my dreams... and I buried them inside you....Cause you was my husband.”
“I am the Messenger, Gabriel, she who is set over all the powers," I called out. "I evoke thee, Sammael, the Lord of Souls and Fallen angels of death. I am the Will of God and you shall come forth, incubus, the serpent with the lion's face, the Venom of God-"
"That is enough name calling... I heard you the first time.”
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