Lie Quotes
Lie
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Natalia Jaster889 ratings, 3.76 average rating, 110 reviews
Lie Quotes
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“I used to think, what did it mean to say farewell? Was it enough to say that word once? Or must one say it endlessly, repeatedly, throughout life? Did one live forever with farewell on their shoulders, on the brink of their lips? Did we ever recover enough to truly say farewell?”
― Lie
― Lie
“Fairytales were lies that belittled children, vilified women, disgraced men, and glorified shallow desires. Mothers and fathers betrayed their offspring, husbands and wives manipulated one another, princes kissed sleeping princesses without asking permission, and princesses married them anyway.”
― Lie
― Lie
“Fairytales were lies that belittled children, vilified women, disgraced men, and glorified shallow desires.”
― Lie
― Lie
“Not registering the distinction, Nicu grabbed the snipping tool, misidentifying it and intending to wipe his mouth with the blades’ edges. Lyrik’s arm shot out before mine could, plucking the offensive item from Nicu. We drilled this lesson into our minds, not letting such a mishap occur again.”
― Lie
― Lie
“I averted my eyes from the knight. “Lots of lads ogle me. Just don’t expect reciprocation. I have higher standards than squatters.” “No worries. I have higher standards than females.”
― Lie
― Lie
“I’m a bitch,” I repeated, “and when you have enemies, you’ll want a bitch on your side, not a fairy godmother.”
― Lie
― Lie
“Oh, my Seasons.
"You disarm me."
Oh, my Seasons.
Who knew the color blue could smolder? His eyes held mine, feasted on them.
No. Not feasted. He wanted that with her, not with me.
At any rate, my breathing stalled. I could lose my mind to that face, his expression strumming a hundred truths from me, whether I liked it or not.
"What do you wish for?" he asked.
For my mother to get better.
For her to look at me without grabbing that mallet.
For people to see me as a real girl. For them to believe it.
For me to believe it.
For you to believe it.”
― Lie
"You disarm me."
Oh, my Seasons.
Who knew the color blue could smolder? His eyes held mine, feasted on them.
No. Not feasted. He wanted that with her, not with me.
At any rate, my breathing stalled. I could lose my mind to that face, his expression strumming a hundred truths from me, whether I liked it or not.
"What do you wish for?" he asked.
For my mother to get better.
For her to look at me without grabbing that mallet.
For people to see me as a real girl. For them to believe it.
For me to believe it.
For you to believe it.”
― Lie
