Sharon > Sharon's Quotes

“I do not want to belong to someone else,” she says with sudden vehemence. The words are a door flung wide, and now the rest pour out of her. “I do not want to belong to anyone but myself. I want to be free. Free to live, and to find my own way, to love, or to be alone, but at least it is my choice, and I am so tired of not having choices, so scared of the years rushing past beneath my feet. I do not want to die as I’ve lived, which is no life at all.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“I knew then I would not look back. I would not look forward. There was only now,”
― Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda

“Shh.” I cupped his face in my hands, running my thumbs over his cheeks. I wanted to memorize the feeling of his stubble against my palms, the shape of his lips as they parted. His dark eyelashes, framing eyes that looked up at me with utter trust. With a longing so open and deep it sent an ache through my chest. No looking back. No looking forward. “Then don’t.” I lowered my face to his. “Just be with me now,” I breathed against his lips. “Be.”
― Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda

“All this time, I thought knowing what was right would bring me peace or contentment. Instead, sorrow draped leaden across my shoulders as I watched the empty horizon, every fiber of my being willing the carriage to turn back.”
― Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda

“It was right for Beatriz to leave. Just as it was right for me to stay here, on this land, with the people who needed me most. That did not mean saying goodbye would be easy.”
― Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda

“I savored the memory of her voice. The way her whisper held a profane, exquisite power over me, how its brush could send an aching trill down my spine.”
― Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda

“IT BEGAN BECAUSE I am afraid of the dark. Over the course of the first eighteen years of my life, my family lived in nine houses. I learned by the fourth of these that not all houses are the same. Some are still. Empty and quiet. Others have long, long memories, hung thick like curtains and so dense you can taste their bitterness the moment you cross the threshold. I have a theory about houses, says Andrés. From the age of thirteen, as my family settled into its eighth house, I found the sensation of being watched unbearable. I began to sleep with the lights on. For years, I have endured teasing from my sisters. I still fear the intimate horrors houses see and keep, what grudges build over decades and stain their walls like so much water damage. But it’s only a theory, after all. A theory that planted the seed of an idea.”
― Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda

“One drop in this country is all it takes. Being a Black girl is inhabiting a cruel riddle: Your beauty is denied but replicated. Your sexuality is controlled but desired. You take up too much space, but if you are too small, you are ripped apart. Despite the wash of it, that’s one thing you can always count on whiteness to do: destroy a threat.”
― Erin E. Adams, Jackal

“Life doesn’t add and subtract evenly. It isn’t balanced on scales.”
― Erin E. Adams, Jackal

“How are you?” “Here.” He stops. “That’s all Mel wanted for the wedding. It was why it was all so last-minute. She wanted to celebrate what we had right then. That whole day and every day after she kept telling me to be here with her. Not ahead or behind. All I could think about was tomorrow.”
― Erin E. Adams, Jackal

“Why does the word “queue” have not only four consecutive silent letters, which is bad enough, but also the same ones repeated? What, they weren’t silent enough the first time through?”
― David Ellis, Look Closer

“The past can’t hurt me anymore. None of it. It only exists in my memory.”
― Laura Thalassa, Rhapsodic

“But the truth is, the concept of love just ain’t that simple anymore. What people call love now is merely infatuation—more about themselves than trying to actually get to know a person. Whatever happened to asking someone out to dinner, walking you up to your porch to make sure you get in safe, having picnics in the park, or passing notes to profess your love? Whatever happened to love that isn’t superficial?”
― Ebony LaDelle, Love Radio

“Instead of facing my fears head-on, I let as much time pass as I can, putting space to what I’m going through instead of dealing with my feelings, whatever they may be.”
― Ebony LaDelle, Love Radio