Carrie Jones Quotes & Sayings

The only thing that scares me now is me.
The [person] I might become. The [person] I dont ever want to be.
Everybody has fears, right? But how many have my fear?
Enough, it seems. Because there's a name for it.
Autophobia.
Fear of oneself. — Carrie Jones

Her arms quiver from holding the bowl. She must truly love him to hold that bowl for so very long. There must be something isdeof him that is worthy of that kindness — Carrie Jones

There needs to be a turn-off button for noses. This is too much. — Carrie Jones

You will be a great queen when you come back, you know. And someday you'll love me the way you love your wolf. — Carrie Jones

Pain shoots through my head. fireworks. explosions. all inside my brain. the white world goes dark and i know what's about to happen. i'm the one leaving. i am the one gone. — Carrie Jones

So, I'm a bear," she explains, eyeing us all. "Wait? Is Issie something?"
"Nope," Issie pouts. "All human. All the time."
"The coolest human ever," Devyn says, reaching down and ruffling her hair. — Carrie Jones

They should be beautiful, but I know what they are. They are not beautiful, because beauty is about grace and love and hope. They are all about need. — Carrie Jones

Sometimes that whys aren't knowable, so you just have to ignore the whys, and just focus on what is and move on. — Carrie Jones

It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering. — Carrie Jones

That is a definite no-no in the Good Father Handbook. — Carrie Jones

Yes, you are. your dead," i say. "you left me. i saw you. you left me. snd now i'm here in maine where everything is crazy and you can't run at night and it's cold. — Carrie Jones

Oh." I touch my cheeks. "You licked me."
He laughs and leans over, giving a tiny tongue swipe to my hand. "You're very lickable."
I try to hit him. He laughs harder and grabs my hands.
"No fair! Mere mortal against werewolf," I complain.
"Fine."
He lets go, but first he kisses my fingers, each of them. I sigh happily. — Carrie Jones

Okay, I thought wolves had packs. Do you have a pack?"
"Not in the traditional sense."
"Sorry, Nick, but when it comes to werewolves, I don't know what the traditional sense is."
"I don't run with other wolves."
I nod. I wait. I finally give up and say, "So you run with . . ."
He winces. "Coyotes. But they have some wolf DNA."
It's hard not to smile. "You are alpha at least, right?"
"Of course I'm alpha." He almost growls at me. — Carrie Jones

Finally the bell rings and the teenage Pavlovian dogs mosve to the next kennel. — Carrie Jones

Then he smiles at me and my heart starts beating harder, which I'm ashamed to admit, but it's true. Hearts betray you like that. This is why it's perfectly acceptable to be cardiophobic, afraid of hearts. — Carrie Jones

It's just him and me and cookies. — Carrie Jones

Where'd the dog go?" I ask, sounding panicky.
"That wasn't a dog, Zara," he says, words whisper strong.
I jerk my head up. "What was it then? A cat? A gerbil? A geriatric hamster? — Carrie Jones

Hands grab me, steady me. I jerk back, but they are surprisingly gentle. He doesn't smile as I turn to see his face. He just stands there, letting me inspect him. He's tall with a wide forehead and dark blond hair that's cut short. His green eyes are deeply set beneath that forehead. His lips are wide and rugged like the rest of him. His hands have huge knuckles like he's a boxer or arthritic or hits walls. He looks like he did when he pulled me out of the car, but stronger, taller somehow. He must be completely healed. He looks my age and he looks good, like the guy in high school that everyone, even the teachers, fall in love with. — Carrie Jones

You know, life fractures all of us into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that makes us stronger. — Carrie Jones

We teleported," Issie finishes. "Like in Star Trek or Harry Potter, sort of. No! Like in Dr. Who in that episode with the Sontarans and the brilliant human boy, or really any Dr. Who ever if you think of the Tardis! Holy canola! That is just the coolest thing ever! Wowie, wow, wow! — Carrie Jones

Take her home."
Nick fake salutes. "Sir,yes sir."
"Sarcasm doesn't become you,Colt," Coach Walsh says,but he smiles when he says it, so obviously he is only mad at me,not superboy Nick Colt,beloved of coaches everywhere. If I were a guy he would let me run tomorrow. — Carrie Jones

How about I burn us some dinner before my shift starts. — Carrie Jones

Zara. We all need to rescue and we all need to be rescued. — Carrie Jones

Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That's a crime against humanity right there. — Carrie Jones

Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home. — Carrie Jones

There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention. — Carrie Jones

Not ugly for someone her age, but what she's doing with those numbers and letters seem unholy. — Carrie Jones

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning. — Carrie Jones

Mrs Nix smacks herself in the head again. If she keeps that up she'll bruise — Carrie Jones

Hate is a useless emotion. — Carrie Jones

If you pass out, I'll put you in my lap and wheel you across the finish line — Carrie Jones

Outside, a birch tree bends from the weight of the snow. it'll spring back up once the snow melts, back to its normal, upright self.
could that happen to me ? — Carrie Jones

He takes a pick out of it and starts cleaning his nails.
"Nice intimidation tactic," I say. "Very textbook. I'd expect something more original from pixies. — Carrie Jones

Sometimes, there are monsters inside of us all, even in the ones we think are the most good." ~Zara White — Carrie Jones

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good. — Carrie Jones

Sometimes things aren't logical. Sometimes things don't follow timetables. — Carrie Jones

I push my thigh against his. "Well, thank God."
"Thank God what?" he asks. His hand slowly rubs up and down the place where my shoulder meets my arm. It makes me good shiver.
"That I don't have a neck brace. It's hard to rock a neck brace, especially if we're still going to that dance."
He leans in and kisses my nose. "If anyone could do it, you could."
I tilt my head so our lips meet.
"Hormonal ones, I am right here. Me. The old lady otherwise known as your grandmother," Betty says.
"Sorry. He's just irresistible," I say, settling back against him.
"Well, try to resist the irresistible," Betty says knowingly as the truck bumps over a pothole. — Carrie Jones

We all need a little bit of rescuing from time to time. It doesn't make us weak. — Carrie Jones

Oh my God! Issie's a bunny, isn't she? Do they have those? Do they have werebunnies?"
"Big leap there,Zare." Nick cracks up. He shakes with laughter.
I pout. "She'd be a good bunny."
"True.But it's not her.It's Devyn."
"Devyn? Devyn is cute and normal."
He scrapes at the bottom of the hash pan. His voice comes out dead calm. "He's an eagle."
"Oh.Okay.I am not going to freak out about this, but let me say that I am surprised."
"Because he's in a wheelchair?"
"No! Because he's a bird. — Carrie Jones

Perfection is some mythical state that we can never achieve — Carrie Jones

That's when I realize how much I don't want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport.. — Carrie Jones

I. Am. So. Hungry. — Carrie Jones

People are always looking into the dark, Zara. We're afraid of what we might see. It might be the dark
outside, it might be the dark of our own souls, but I figure it's better to get caught looking than to never
know. You get me? — Carrie Jones

What feels best is how I no longer hurt. — Carrie Jones

I had to keep telling her I'd promised not to let her violate me. — Carrie Jones

Friedrich Nietzsche says, He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. — Carrie Jones

Astley comes to my side. "Are you well?" "No," I tell him, voice hoarse. "I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know ... I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again". — Carrie Jones

Why would I want to fit in? — Carrie Jones

Opening my eyes takes effort, but it's worth it to see him, right there in front of me. He's so beautiful,golden. It's so hokey, but it's how he is. He is warmth to me. — Carrie Jones

Attention, people talking about me: I. Am. Right. Here. — Carrie Jones

Do I need to ask Mr. Colt to move?" She wiggles her lips. "Are we having a little love in the afternoon?"
Everybody titters-not laughs, but titters. I can feel my face turning red. "No. No, it's fine. He's fine."
"He sure is," mutters some girl with mall bangs at the next table. Her table mate slaps her five. — Carrie Jones

I am not 'most' and I am not 'people'. — Carrie Jones

I stomp toward her and point. I've SO had it with her. "That is SO not nice."
You don't even talk like a queen." She glares at me.
Nick raises an eyebrow at me. "You're a QUEEN?"
I walk to the edge of the bed, stand just a few inches away from her. Power rolls off of her. "Okay, please refrain from your insidious comments, which are obviously geared to inflict harm upon my psyche. I do not appreciate it."
Nick cracks up. "Well, you ARE the same Zara. — Carrie Jones

Loving you is a full-time job. It's a great job, don't get me wrong. It's the best job in the universe. But it's not easy. — Carrie Jones

Maybe he wants you to be his queen," Devyn saids. "Continue the line."
"That's crap," Nick says.
"Yeah." I glare at him. "Why would anyone want me to be their queen?"
"That's not what I meant." The front legs of Nick's chair slam back down. — Carrie Jones

It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself — Carrie Jones

I'm not a damsel and there is no distress — Carrie Jones

Is that Disney magic of pixie magic?" I kid ...
"It is life magic". — Carrie Jones

Issie asks, "Why iron?"
Devyn goes into full geek mode and answers before I can, "Iron is one of the last elements that is created by stellar nucleosynthesis."
I have no idea what he just said.
Neither does anone else. — Carrie Jones

Nick stands behind me. He puts a hand on my waist.
I yank in a breath. The world seems to swirl around me.
"Are you going to faint?" he asks.
I back into him and blurt, "But you're so cute. Werewolves aren't supposed to be cute. Vampires are, I think. They are in the movies. But the werewolves are pretty much ugly and they wear leather jackets and are all dirty with these monster sideburns."
"That's all you have to say? That I'm cute?" He takes a stray piece of my hair and curls it around his fingers. "Most people faint or shriek or never talk to me again. — Carrie Jones

I hang up. Actually, I smash the phone down because I take my anger out on inanimate objects. Which is better than taking it out on people, right? — Carrie Jones

I do a victory dance worthy of any NFL running back. Uh-huh. — Carrie Jones

There's no other word that comes close to describing how you make me feel. Nothing. — Carrie Jones

Tell Me Whom You Love and I'll Tell You Who You Are — Carrie Jones

You are totally kissable. If I were a guy or gay or bi or something I would absolutely kiss you. — Carrie Jones

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is - she's a hero. — Carrie Jones

Pixies have to be invited in, like vampires. I read it on the Internet."
"Well, there you go," I mutter. "Then it must be true. — Carrie Jones

I'll have you eating healthy eventually.
Probably so. Seems like I'll do about anything for you. — Carrie Jones

Occasionally her tongue darts out between her lips, which makes me think of a snake, or Jared Leto during a television interview. — Carrie Jones

It was by Anandamayi Ma: Be anchored in fearlessness. What is worldly life but fear! — Carrie Jones

We are not defined by our species any more than our nationality or our gender. What we do , our choices, that's what defines us. — Carrie Jones

I told them he hit on me and that I was showing him my wrestling moves. I think they maybe believed it." I pull on my seat belt and roll down the window even though it's cold. I need to be able to smell for pixies. "We can't leave until everyone's out. I want to be sure nothing happens." "Did they really believe you Devyn asks.
My breath whooshes out with the reality of it and I adjust my previous statement. "I don't think so."
"Well there's another lovely complication." Devyn groans. — Carrie Jones

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me. — Carrie Jones

Why can't we all just be honest with each other? It would be so easy to just not trust anyone ever, but you can't go through life with a pair of scissors in each hand, snip-snip-snipping away at everything people say or don't say, can you? You have to leave one hand free to catch the truth. — Carrie Jones

Issie?"
After a second her voice comes out small and tired. "I'm not here."
"Oh." I back up so I can stare at the bathroom door. No feet. "Then I should probably freak out because the toilet is talking back to me, huh? A little too many pain meds for Zara today. — Carrie Jones

I'm not much of a distance runner, more of a sprinter. — Carrie Jones

She is really nice and everything, but totally not made of awesome the way Issie is. — Carrie Jones

Reality isn't round, it's flat. There are edges where you can fall off and this October when I moved to Maine, I fell off one. — Carrie Jones

I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first and not because you need me to help you, but because you need to kiss me. — Carrie Jones

Boys are stupid. That's all there is to it. Boys are just stupid. — Carrie Jones

You like me?" I repeat, because, well, I want to be really, really sure that I heard him right. This is not the sort of thing you want to get wrong.
He nods and says, "Very much."
"You like me very much?"
He lets go of my hands and touches my check. "Too much."
"Too much?" Trying to keep my voice calm, I say, "No such thing. — Carrie Jones

Then my cell phone buzzes again. I can't quite get it out of my pocket because my arm is so bloody. Astley reaches down and pulls it out for me.
"You're blushing," he says.
"You just reached in my pocket. It's kind of intimate."
He smiles a wicked smile and hands me the phone. "There is candy in here as well."
"Skittles," I explain. "I like them. — Carrie Jones

He laughs and pulls out a big Ziploc bag of something dark and round. Cookies!
I lunge forward. "Are these - ?"
"Chocolate with peanut butter chips," he finishes for me.
I keep staring at his lips, but I slide open the baggie. "I love these! My mom always made these."
"I know."
"How do you know?"
"You told me once."
He sits down with me and before I can get too heart fluttery he pulls out a cookie and lifts it toward my mouth, teasing me. "Do you want it?"
I open my lips. He slides the cookie in a little bit. I chomp down. It melts on my tongue. "It is sooo good. — Carrie Jones

We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can — Carrie Jones

I turn back to the lake, stare at the ice slowly moving on the surface of the water. Pieces of the solid fall into the liquid, but it's all just water no matter what its form. — Carrie Jones

I meet his eyes. They are deep and almost mesmerizing. Did I say deep before? Yeah, right. That's not it. They have a pull to them, like currents, like Velcro or something, totally captivating, like when you see a convertible flipped over on the highway and there are body bags and you don't want to look but you look because you can't look, because you can't not look, because you are just riveted and . . .
Stop. Just stop. — Carrie Jones

I whirl around, stare into his grimy,grief-stricken face. His face is beautiful and so good. How could I have believed he'd betray us? — Carrie Jones

you have to face your fear. — Carrie Jones

We'll fight them. We took down my dad. We've taken down so many since then. We'll take down these jokesters too."
"I will never let anything happen to you," Nick growls into my hair. "I will die before you get hurt again. So help me God, Zara. I will die."
"Me too."
"What?"
"I will die before I let anyone hurt you or Issie or Dev or Gram or . . ." I stop and pull my head away from his chest so I can look up at him. "This list is getting kind of long and melodramatic, isn't it?"
He laughs. His hand moves slowly up my spine. He starts leaning down for a kiss. "Yeah. It is. — Carrie Jones

that's a pretty big lie by omission — Carrie Jones

Pixiophobia: a fear of Pixies.
I made this up, but believe me it should be a word because it sure is a legitimate fear. — Carrie Jones

Zara White, since when has love ever not mattered? — Carrie Jones

He wipes his hand on his shirt.
What? Did I drool on you?"
A little."
You're a wolf. You should be used to drool."
That's low. — Carrie Jones

Know that I love you, that I always will love you no matter what choices you make, what paths you have chosen, and what paths you choose in the future. — Carrie Jones

I start to grab it so I can it pass it to him. He reaches for it at the same time. Our fingers touch, and the moment they do the fluorescent lights overhead flicker and then fizzle out.
Everyone moans, even though we can all still see. There's enough light from outside filtering in, just not enough for us to really focus on the finer details.
Nick's fingers stroke mine lightly, so lightly that I'm almost not sure the touch is real. My insides flicker like the art room lights. They do not, however, fizzle. I turn my head to look him in the eye.
He leans over and whispers, It will be hard to be just your friend. — Carrie Jones

There are so many layers inside of people, so much soul pain and angsty depth and heart hurt, and some ... hide all this so well that when it comes out in an action as simple as a nod, your entire world shifts a little bit on its axis. — Carrie Jones

A tiny part of my heart is so happy to see him safe and laughing, but the other part is a black pit that threatens to suck all of me into it. He is happy without me. He is laughing without me. But what about me? — Carrie Jones

His lips,his soft and amazing lips, touch mine and the world spins with a different kind of magic. This kind isn't evil or hard, but lovely and wild, and I melt into it. He melts into it too, I can tell. I can feel how much he loves me just but the touch of his lips. And it is a good love, a really good love. — Carrie Jones

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, "Aha. Of course. That's right." — Carrie Jones

We all have to feel empty sometimes. — Carrie Jones