The Book Of Tomorrow Quotes
"They say a story loses something with each telling. If that is the case, this story has lost nothing, for it’s the first time it’s been told."
"Many won’t struggle to believe it though, for their minds have been opened; unlocked by whatever kind of key causes people to believe."
"But then there are those whose minds are merely a bouquet of stalks that bud as they learn new information—a new bud for each new fact—but yet they never open, never flourish."
"What a luxury it must be to disappear as she has, leaving everyone else to sweep up the mess and salvage whatever fragments of life are left."
"I’m sixteen years old, or so they tell me. I question my age now because I feel twice it."
"Closed buds would shake their heads no, opened minds would say possibly. Anything is possible, they would say."
"I lost my dad. He lost his tomorrows and I lost all my tomorrows with him."
"It intrigues me how death, so dark and final, can shine a light on the character of a person."
"We weren’t evil people, we just weren’t nice. We didn’t offer anything to anybody in the world but we took an awful lot."
"I have a lot to forgive myself for. It’s going to take time."
"I felt really bad, like I should take back the comment."
"Sorry, that wasn’t funny," I apologized.
"It’s the same as a library," Marcus said.
"You’re finding it tough here, city girl?"
"Well, there’s no bus service around here."
"You mean Daddy didn’t get you a MINI Cooper yet? That’s totally uncool," he imitated me.
"Don’t you need to run it by somebody? I don’t want to be done in for kidnapping."
"Hi, Mum, it’s me. I’m outside the house in a bus full of books and a cute guy is going to drive me to the town."
"What’s wrong?" My eyes widened as I turned to him. "What’s wrong? I have a Barbie Village from when I was, like, five that’s bigger than this."
"I want a fucking skinny gingerbread latte and a cinnamon roll, now."
"Do you always get what you want?" Marcus looked at me.
"There’s always a bright side." He looked left and he looked right, then he held his hands up and his eyes lit up. "There’s no library."
"Don’t look so sad," he said, and reached out and lifted my chin with his finger.
"I wish," but seriously I’m sixteen, though people always think I’m older."
"So, let’s see . . . where should we go?" He moved his finger along the spines of the books.
"I think they knew it too. Zoey was looking at me with those dissecting eyes she gives anybody that’s in any way different, different being the worst possible offense in the world to her."
"I thought you’d . . ." She trailed off, looking around the village, and as though now realizing where she was, she stood up straight, ran a hand across her hair to smooth it down, and fixed her dress.
"Their comments hurt me so much, but I tried to hide it. The one source of excitement and escape I’d experienced in the month since Dad died was shredded in an instant."
"I’m not a sentimental person, I’m not someone who gets that attached to anything or anyone."
"You should see it, Jennifer. I have to have it." And when Dad had to have something, he got it.
"It was only when you come outside and realize life is moving on, that you just have to go with the flow."
"I make it easier for people to leave by making them hate me a little."
"I don’t know if Mum felt something was wrong with him too. Maybe she did but she has never said."
"I should have said something to her. Better yet, I should have done something to stop him."
"I’m sorry, Dad. What if, what if, what if . . . What if we knew what tomorrow would bring? Would we fix it? Could we?"
"I like to be alone sometimes, but you know, it’s nice to have company once in a while."
"Nothing is never nothing. It’s always something."
"Ask me a question and I’ll never lie, you understand?"
"Like all of us, Tamara, a swarm is always actively looking for a home."
"That home. Home. It made it all the more mysterious that the castle could be called such a thing."
"I’m not a child. I’m not a child. I’m not a child."
"I thought I did pretty well not making a sound going down the stairs."
"Words were appearing, then disappearing, sentences half forming, then vanishing again."
"The future hadn’t been written yet. It was still in my hands."
"For the first time since I’d moved here I was the first person downstairs."
"I felt like my identity had been taken away with it."
"But it shouldn’t have been his manhood that increased with each new success, it should have been his heart."
"Sometimes a lot can come of being all washed up. You can really grow."
"You know, Sister Ignatius has been going crazy trying to see you. You just ran off that day and you gave her a fright. You gave us both a fright."
"He didn’t tell you there was a problem?"
"We didn’t know but he was in big trouble. He’d started selling everything to pay back the debts."
"He must have felt so much pressure, he must have been so miserable. He must have felt so trapped."
"I don’t care about losing anything. I’d rather have him back."
"I was so angry at him for so long. But over the last few weeks I’ve been thinking about what he must have been going through."
"He loved dancing, even though he was crap at it."
"You were given a present—it’s the perfect opportunity to go in there."
"But I knew I was protesting too much. I imagined Dad trying to tell me he was selling off everything."
"I’d live anywhere—in one room, in the castle ruin—if it meant we could all just be together."