Salt To The Sea Ruta Sepetys Quotes & Sayings

Private Zombie, did your mother have any children that lived?"
"Sir! Yes, sir!"
"I bet when you were born she took one look at you and tried to shove you back in! — Rick Yancey

You're like, both like, Alexander the Great.'
We can't both be Alexander.'
Well sometimes I think you're two side of the same coin, and I'm the metal in between. — Orson Scott Card

Perhaps this view has to do with the beginnings of modern America, which are to me, like the big bang theory, violent and wonderous. No one was safe from hatred and betrayal. Everyone was fighting to survive. It seemed the American Gypsies weren't immune to the neck-breaking race for what became the American Dream. Like so many others, they were more than willing to cut their roots in order to stake their claim on prosperity. Could that be the reason the American Gypsies largely escaped the more malevolent prejudices their European counterparts suffered? — Oksana Marafioti

Perhaps tomorrow I would actually put pen to paper. — Ruta Sepetys

But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the dead branches of a tree, unable to fly. — Ruta Sepetys

The shoes always tell the story,' said the shoe poet.
'Not always,' I countered.
'Yes, always. Your boots, they are expensive, well made. That tells me that you come from a wealthy family. But the style is one made for and older woman. That tell me they probably belong to your mother. A mother sacrificed her boots for her daughter. That tells me you are loved, my dear. And your mother is not here, so that tells me that you are sad, my dear. The shoes tell the story. — Ruta Sepetys

War is catastrophe. It breaks families in irretrievable pieces. But those who are gone are not necessarily lost. — Ruta Sepetys

Your daughter, your sister. She is salt to the sea, — Ruta Sepetys

If you want to interpret well and confidently, set Christ before you, for He is the man to whom it all applies, every bit of it. — Martin Luther

We cannot be too cautious, Hannelore. Just because someone knocks on the door doesn't mean you have to open it. Sometimes, sweet girl, there are wolves at the door. If we are not careful, they might eat us. — Ruta Sepetys

How foolish to believe we are more powerful than the sea or the sky. — Ruta Sepetys

The soldier stared at Ingrid. His silence was elastic, slowly curling a rope around her neck. — Ruta Sepetys

There is probably more invisible tape out there than we realize. — Demetri Martin

He wanted to know something about me. I leaned over and put my mouth to his ear. It was barely a whisper.
'I'm a murderer. — Ruta Sepetys

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end. — Ruta Sepetys

Experience is always larger than language. — Adrienne Rich

Dad said I had no respect for money and that if I didn't learn when I was little when was I going to learn? Kids who get Bart Simpson dolls at the drop of a hat turn into punks who steal from convenience stores, 'cos they wind up thinking they can have whatever they want, just like that. So instead of a Bart doll he bought me an ugly porcelain pig with a slot in its back, and now I'll grow up to be okay, now I won't turn into a punk. — Etgar Keret

I didn't need his criticism. I carried enough guilt on my own. I had done everything wrong. I had the highest marks in school but couldn't master common sense. — Ruta Sepetys

Revolting. If women were so careless to become pregnant at such a time, let women sort it out. — Ruta Sepetys

No Son [ ... ] Not a traitor to your country. Much worse. A traitor to your soul. — Ruta Sepetys

It's safer for you to stay with the others,' he said.
Safer? He didn't realize.
I was already dead. — Ruta Sepetys

I turned in my seat. Will's face was in shadow and I couldn't quite make it out.
'Just hold on. Just for a minute.'
'Are you all right?' I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong.
'I'm fine. I just . . . '
I could see his pale collar, his dark suit jacket a contrast against it.
'I don't want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about . . . ' He swallowed.
Even in the half-dark it seemed effortful.
'I just . . . want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.'
I released the door handle.
'Sure.'
I closed my eyes and lay my head against the headrest, and we sat there together for a while longer, two people lost in remembered music, half hidden in the shadow of a castle on a moonlit hill. — Jojo Moyes

She must have been a nurse. She looked a few years older than me. Pretty. Naturally pretty, the type that's still attractive, even more so, when she's filthy. — Ruta Sepetys