The Rescue Quotes

“I hope you rot in hell.”

“And I hope you get over yourself.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“I love you like the ocean loves the sand; I will always come back for you no matter what. I love you like the wind loves the trees; it might not seem like it, but I’m always there to support you. I love you like the moon loves the sun; I would die every day just to let you shine. I love you more than words can describe, and I always will.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“A shooting star. Make a wish, lo—ahem. Wendy,” Peter whispered.

Wendy laid her head on Peter’s chest and breathed deeply. “I have everything I could ever wish for.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“You’re focusing too much on what you’re doing, not what your opponent is doing. You’re too much in your own head.”

“You keep saying that, but I don’t know what it means.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“And where do these legends come from?”

“You don’t really think that I was the first thing on the island, now do you?”

Wendy actually had thought that, because she had never written about anything existing before Peter. Perhaps a prequel was in order.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Well most people would be repulsed by the idea of sticking their hands inside someone’s stomach, but I think it feels fascinating. The organs just melt under my touch.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Stay with me,” he whispered.

“Forever,” Wendy whispered back. “I’ll stay with you forever.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Wendy loved him for not letting the cruel world turn him into a cruel man.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“I normally train without a shirt, but I’ll keep it on to preserve your dignity, m’lady,” Roy teased Wendy.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. You wouldn’t be the first half-naked man I’ve ever seen,” Wendy replied, the corner of her mouth twitching.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Never let your guard down, Wendy. No matter who you are with,” Peter whispered in her ear. He abruptly let go and said, “Go get your dagger and try again.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Well, that sounds awfully messy.” Wendy frowned at her plate.

A smirk spread across Peter’s face. “Sure it is, Princess.”

“I am not a princess,” Wendy sputtered.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Dressing like that creates the wrong idea.”

“Oh really?” Wendy narrowed her eyes; John was moving into dangerous territory. “I wasn’t aware that wearing the same shirt you’re wearing was revolutionary.”

“It’s a man’s shirt, Wendy.”

Wendy scoffed. “Surprisingly, I’m aware of that. This was all I could find, so unless you want me to go to dinner naked, I suggest you come to terms with my shirt.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Wendy drifted off, dreaming of a warped Neverland where no one could fly, pirates were just as rotted on the outside as they were on the inside, mermaids were out for blood, and a certain handsome boy was dying.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Oh dear. Wendy regretted lighting the lamps the moment the room was cast in light. The man had fluffy chocolate-brown hair and honey-colored eyes. His face was boyish but rugged. He looked to be about the same age as John.

Could it…no. It can’t really be him. He’s imaginary, Wendy. Pull yourself together.

But even so, common sense could not leash her hope.

“Peter Pan?” she whispered.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“How about you stop trying to kill me so I can leave?”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Please come for me,” she whispered at the silent, lonely night, a final desperate prayer. “Please come.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“A strangled, sobbing gasp choked Wendy as the world started to spin around her. She tried to breathe, to break through whatever hold this memory still had on her, but it was all she could do not to let herself go completely. Every piece of her was trapped in that day, silently screaming for her younger self not to abandon her mother in her last moments.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“I think silence is too often confused with strength, with power.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“The garden was always so beautiful this time of year. The flowers were beginning to bloom, and despite her minor allergy to pollen, the garden was Wendy’s favorite place to write. The grass was vivid green, the kind of color that Wendy had only seen described in books. The kind of green that made you take a step back and widen your eyes at its vibrance and boldness. The flowers were a symphony, each flower complimenting another, moving in perfect harmony.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“Why are women paraded down the aisle like a prize horse? Why do we have to marry whoever our fathers pick out for us? Where is the love? The adventure? Where is the freedom?”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue

“She was falling in love with a fairytale.”
― Lucy Gould, The Rescue