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"Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it."
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"The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive."
"Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, and can help us understand when others express bloodlust."
"Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward."
"And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart."
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"This is what the Others have done to us. You can't band together to fight without trust. And without trust, there was no hope. How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity."
"It kills me. The way he trusted. LIke the way we trusted before they came and blue the whole goddamned world apart. Trusted that when it got dark there would be light. Trusted that when you wanted a fucking strawberry Frappuccino you could plop your ass in the car, drive down the streed, and get yourself a fucking strawberry Frappuccino!"
"We're here, and then we're gone, and it's not about the time we're here, but what we do with the time."
"We regarded each other across an expanse wider than the universe, within a space thinner than a razor's edge."
"In the 4th Wave, you can't trust that people are still people. But you can trust that your gun is still your gun."
"Beyond their immaculate design, the reason sharks rule the ocean is their complete indifference to everything except feeding, procreation, and defending their territory. The shark does not love. It feels no empathy. It trusts nothing. It lives in perfect harmony with its environment because it has no aspirations or desires. And no pity. A shark feels no sorrow, no remorse, hopes for nothing, dreams of nothing, has no illusions about itself or anything beyond itself."
"The world is a clock winding down.I hear it in the wind's icy fingers scratching against the window. I smell it in the mildewed carpeting and the rotting wallpaper of the old hotel. And I feel it in Teacup's chest as she sleeps. The hammering of her heart, the rhythm of her breath, warm in the freezing air, the clock winding down."
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