K.L. > K.L.'s Quotes

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again

“And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.”
― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., A Man Without a Country

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
― Lao Tzu

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.”
― Groucho Marx, The Essential Groucho: Writings For By And About Groucho Marx

“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.”
― Steve Martin

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
― Dr. Seuss

“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
― Rumi

“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi

“Leave me,” he groaned in pain. “Run.”
His face paled, blood dribbling between his lips as he coughed.

I’d seen death on people’s faces more times than I could count. Death had a way of revealing people’s true natures. Some people begged, some threatened, some tried to bargain. And this idiot I didn’t even know was dying and still trying to help me. I hated him for it.


He started trying to talk again, grabbing at my hands. 


“Shut up, dumbass,” I hissed at him, pressing harder at his wound. 


He cried out in pain, but his cry cut off as the familiar warmth spread from my chest down my arms and into his stomach. The bullet had gone clean through his gut. Normally a death wound, but not tonight. I could feel his body mending beneath my fingers, all the muscles and organs knitting themselves back together. His hand curled over the top of one of mine, squeezing gently, and I glanced up to see his eyes full of awe. The wound closed shut, leaving what I knew would be a fresh pink scar, and all the warmth left me.”
― K.L. Speer, Bones

“You’re a river, Bones,” he said, squeezing my hands hard to get my attention. “You don’t break, you bend. If someone tries to control you, you find a new way around. People might think you’re just water, might think they have you contained, but you’re strong enough to cut a path through mountain rock and wild enough to wash everythin’ away when you rage.”
― K.L. Speer

“Just for the record, none of us are ever gonna be mad ’cause you woke up screaming, but we are gonna need to make sure you’re alright.”


“I said I was fine,” I muttered.


"Yeah, you say that a lot," he retorted, and I saw the flash of his teeth as he grinned. "So far you haven't been fine even once.”
― K.L. Speer, Bones

“I didn't want to talk. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be.”
― K.L. Speer, Bones

“Oh I brought you something,” Trey said.


I eyed him with suspicion. 


He pulled out a slightly crushed handful of dandelion flowers from his jacket pocket. My breath caught. He laid them on the exam table, and I knew he’d continued talking, but I wasn’t listening. I stared at the small, cheerful yellow flowers, overwhelmed with the flood of emotion sweeping over me. 


“Bones?”


I glanced up at Trey, startled when I realized he'd moved closer. He looked at me with concern.


“You ok?”


I nodded, gazing back at the flowers. My heart ached, and I didn’t think before I whispered, “My brother used to bring me these.”
― K.L. Speer, Bones

“What’d you mean when you said it would never be enough?” 


The sudden change in topics made me nauseous.


“It’s…nothing,” I lied.


“You can tell me,” he urged.


“I…I just…” Gods, those damn brown eyes made it hard to think straight. “I have a lot of blood on my hands.” 


He frowned.


“I have this…this power to heal…but I keep…I keep hurting people. I don’t know…I don’t know if I can heal enough…to make up for it.” 


“Are you keeping score?” he asked, but not in a mocking way. He studied my face, his brow furrowed as though he wanted to understand.


“No. I don’t know. I just…I want to…I need to balance the scales.”


“What scales?” 


“The…scales.” I gestured vaguely with one hand, my face heating. 


“Do you feel responsible every time you can’t heal someone?”


“I've watched so many people die," I whispered. "People I could've saved with my powers."
”
― K.L. Speer, Bones

“He shifted, but his grey eyes narrowed. “You’re not the only one who doesn’t have a choice, Bones. Maybe if you stopped trying to be a godsdamn martyr, you’d see that.”
― K.L. Speer, Bones

“So are you an angel?” Sam asked.


Nausea curdled in my stomach. “Don’t call me that.”


“Why not?”


I had to unclench my jaw so I could answer. “Because I don’t like it.”


“How come?”


“Just don’t,” I snapped.


“Why?”


Gods, did he want me to hit him? I picked up my pace, but he matched my steps. 


“Some girls like bein’ called ‘Angel’,” he pushed, unrelenting.


“How would you know?” I glared at him. 


He clutched his chest like I’d stabbed him. “Shortcake, what are you implying?”


I ignored him. 


“I’ll have you know I’m a high commodity around here.”


“Funny, seems like I’m the only person you ever talk to.” 


“I talk to lots of people!” He grinned.


“Then how ’bout you go talk to one of them and leave me alone.”


“You’d miss me,” he said.


“Let’s try it and see.”


“You wound me!” he said dramatically. “I’m delightful!” 


“You’re annoying.” 


“Shortcake, you tryin’ to break my poor lil heart?” 


“If your heart’s anywhere near as thick as your head, I think you’ll be fine.”


“Hey!” He sounded genuinely indignant now. “That was mean!”
― K.L. Speer, Bones