Fire Becomes Her Quotes

“Nowhere is it written in stone that you must love in only one way, only one person, only one time. You haven't missed your shot at love, because love isn't just one thing.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“I lied,” she said again. “Because I loved you then, and I love you now, but I can’t keep loving you like this when it hurts more than it helps, when it means I have to break myself into pieces, hide myself away. Our love isn’t good for us, because we aren’t us when we’re together. I try to be the girl I think you want, and you love her. I love the boy who was his father’s son, only better. But you aren’t him, and I’m not her. Somehow we’ve tricked ourselves into thinking this is love.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“It is too early in the morning for obfuscation.” Then he shook himself a little and added, “And also for the word obfuscation.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“Linden.” Ingrid cut through his words, letting her fingers reach through the bars as far as they would go. “I’ll always want to see you.” She smiled sadly, knowing the words were true but in a different way than they might have been once before. He was not the warmth in her cheeks or the heavy rush in her chest, he was not an embrace to come home to or even a person she really knew, but he was Linden, and she didn’t think there would come a time when she didn’t feel just a little joy to see his face.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“Ingrid looked up and caught his eye, a sad, sweet olive. “No, you didn’t. You didn’t break us. This country did.” She gripped the table, knuckles white. “And I’m going to break it right back.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“Alex palmed her forearm lightly and gave her a questioning look. Are you all right? he seemed to ask. She remembered the way his gentle touch had grounded her so when she’d lost herself at the orphanage and how his hand in hers had made the President’s Ball more bearable. If he gave her coffee and brushed back her hair, would she recoil? The answer rocked her, but not like a violent sea, more like being pushed on a swing. No.
It was something.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“It’s okay, you know.” Alex’s hand slid around her shoulder and squeezed gently. “To miss him, I mean...I think letting yourself miss him is good. It means even though it’s over, it wasn’t all bad. It means at least you got something out of it along the way.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“Loving him was a lucky accident.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“The word real ricocheted through her chest. This was only a fraction of her. This was her face without makeup, her hair without pins. If he could see her visiting her father in prison or in the orphanage with Frances, that would be real. If he could see her working side by side with Alex, that would be real. If he could see her heart and the holes she’d torn in it to make room for him, that would be real. She hoped he never did.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“The long and short of it was, though Ingrid’s patience for romance was thin on the best of days, she knew her capacity for it was not limited by gender. She’d thought it didn’t matter. She was with Linden. There was no reason to ever acknowledge or indulge that part of herself. But now, as the realization of Gwendolyn Meyers’s identity washed over her, she knew how very neglected she’d left it. No matter who she was with or what gender they were, it was still part of her.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“...You’ll be much happier here.”
Ingrid didn’t doubt him. But Ingrid didn’t want to be happy. She wanted to be powerful. And she wasn’t sure she could be both.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“The senator examined her for a moment before standing and extending his arm. “It’s a deal.”
She shook his hand, warmth spreading through her from head to toe, and though it was the dead of night, it was the closest she’d ever felt to the sun.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“But you aren’t no one anymore,” Ingrid whispered.
“I never was.” Gwendolyn leaned in as though they were two friends sharing secrets and whispered into Ingrid’s ear, “And neither are you.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“Ingrid looked to Linden for a rescue, but none came. He didn’t see her. He didn’t want to see her. Neither did Senator Holt.
So she’d find a way to make them.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“The halls of Ainsley Academy carried so much history, so much expectation. But the supply closet didn’t ask them to be anything more than they were, letting their romance breathe in a world that had twisted it into the shape of their school days.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“She’d never understood the idea of satisfaction. Why bother being mediocre when she could be great? Why stop before she was finished? Why settle for happy when she could be … something bigger than happy, whatever that was? There was no end to Ingrid’s race, only a moving goalpost that would keep her running until she dropped.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“You’re the loveliest girl at school, you’re far smarter than me, and you could rally a room full of sloths to your cause if you tried. You’re perfect.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“It sounded like a dream, one Ingrid couldn’t afford. Romantic love was altogether too much and not enough for Ingrid. She felt as though she might drown in the pursuit of enough love.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“That anger was what kept her warm on the coldest of nights when she slept on a stone slab with only the moon for a blanket. It filled her belly when hunger threatened to rip her open from the inside.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“But that’s what this was—love. Nothing else could poison her from the inside out. Nothing else, except maybe a glassful of magic”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her

“Magic tasted like sour pears and possibility; power surged against her skin, speckling her tongue with electric bite.”
― Rosiee Thor, Fire Becomes Her