Wren Quotes

Quotes tagged as "wren" (showing 1-18 of 18)
Amy Tintera
“He had been willing to die because he refused to take a life.
But me, I contemplated shooting everyone.”
Amy Tintera, Reboot

Amy Tintera
“Want to dance?" He scooped me into his arms before I could reply. "We have music this time. And I don't have to punch you when we finish."
"You don't have to. But if I step on your feet too many times you can feel free.”
Amy Tintera, Reboot

Rainbow Rowell
“Nothing can break me unless I let it.”
Rainbow Rowell

Amy Tintera
“It was true that all Reboots were attractive, in a way. After death, when the virus took hold and the body Rebooted, the skin cleared, the body sharpened, the eyes glowed. It was like pretty with a hint of deranged.
Although my hint was more like a generous serving.”
Amy Tintera, Reboot

Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Amy Tintera
“Her smile faded to a more serious expression. "Is everything okay? With Callum?"
"Fine," I said, taking a bite of meat and avoiding her eyes.
"He's crazy about you, you know," she said softly, like I hadn't just told her things were fine. "I see other girls looking at him sometimes, and he doesn't even notice. He only sees you.”
Amy Tintera, Rebel

Rainbow Rowell
“I like your glasses," he said. "I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don't smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me...Cather." He kissed her mouth. "Look at me." She did. "I choose you over everyone.”
Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

Ruth Frances Long
“Every game has its Jacks,' she said, the sadness of it pulling down the elation of sudden understanding. 'The thing that acts as a wild card. It can't be counted on or predicted. A weapon, even. But he's in other places, too, isn't he? And do you know what else a Jack is, Puck?...I do.”
Ruth Frances Long, The Treachery of Beautiful Things

Amy Tintera
“Only for a minute. I'll be right back." He plopped the baby in her lap and hopped to his feet. Wren held her at arm's length and frowned. She did not appreciate that, because she immediately began wailing.
"Here," Wren said, thrusting her in my direction. "Take the mutant baby.”
Amy Tintera, Rebel

Amy Tintera
“You smell so good,"
"No, I don't, I smell like death."
"You're crazy, you're not dead. You do not smell like death."
"I was dead a long time."
"And now you're not. Hence the alive smell.”
Amy Tintera

Rainbow Rowell
“Cath exhaled. Then inhaled. Her chest was so tight, it hurt both ways. Levi shouldn't get to make her feel this way - he shouldn't even have access to her chest.”
Rainbow Rowell

Rainbow Rowell
“She wanted to tackle him and roll around in him like a cat in a field of daisies”
Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

E.C. Bentley
“Sir Christopher Wren
Said, 'I am going to dine with some men.
If anyone calls
Say I am designing St. Paul's.”
E.C. Bentley

Rainbow Rowell
“Are you okay?" she heard someone - Levi? - ask "Hey... are you crying?"
Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type.
Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book into Cath's chest. Pushing two books into her chest. Cath looked up just as Wren threw an arm around her.
"They're both crying," Cath heard Reagan say. "I can't even watch."
Cath freed an arm to wrap around her sister. "I can't believe it's really over," she whispered.
Wren held her tight and shook her head. She really was crying, too. "Don't be so melodramatic, Cath," Wren laughed hoarsely. "It's never over... It's Simon.”
Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

Leslea Tash
“This Byrd wants a Wren.”
Leslea Tash, Bird After Bird

Sherrilyn Kenyon
“But it's the hope of something better that keeps us going”
Sherrilyn Kenyon, Unleash the Night

Rainbow Rowell
“But it didn’t break me. Nothing can break me unless I let it.”
Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

Lexa Hillyer
“Why should I learn of another world, a vaster world, if it means regretting my whole life until now? Who wants to be made to loathe what they have? Small as it is, my life is mine.”
Lexa Hillyer, Spindle Fire
tags: wren