Quote

When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.

Lucy Christopher

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Lucy Christopher
Age: 55
Author
Writer
WAL
Stolen
Deeper
Darkness
Gets
Becoming
Easier
Dead
Sinking

More quotes by Lucy Christopher

Image
It sounded weird to hear you talk so much normally you only said a few words at a time. I'd never imagined that you'd have a story, too. Until that moment, you were just the kidnapper. You didn't have reasons for anything. You were stupid and evil and mentally ill. That was all. When you started talking, you started changing.
Lucy Christopher
Image
It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.
Lucy Christopher
Image
Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.
Lucy Christopher
Image
I chased money, pretended to be someone else to get it. It got easier the longer I did it... but that's the trap, see? When the deadness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
Lucy Christopher
Image
I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer.
Lucy Christopher
Image
How would she find her herd? How would she find you?
Lucy Christopher
Image
I was surprised at her gentleness, her willingness to give in.
Lucy Christopher
Image
The land wants you here. I want you here, you called. Don't you care about that at all?
Lucy Christopher
Image
This be OK?' I asked, innocently. 'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes. Actually, don't answer that one.
Lucy Christopher
Image
Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.
Lucy Christopher
Image
You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.
Lucy Christopher
Image
Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
Lucy Christopher
Image
The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.
Lucy Christopher
Image
It was so big, that view. I’ll never remember it properly. How can anyone remember something that big? I don’t think people’s brains are designed for memories like that. They’re designed for things like phone numbers, or the color of someone’s hair. Not hugeness.
Lucy Christopher
Image
It happened like this. I was stolen from an airport. Taken from everything I knew, everything I was used to. Taken to sand and heat, dirt and danger. And he expected me to love him. This is my story. A letter from nowhere.
Lucy Christopher
Image
Had you been lying all along? Mum gently stroked my hair. I whispered into her shoulder. “I can’t go back. Not yet. I can’t leave.” And she held my head tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around me. “You don’t have to,” she said, rocking me. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, not anymore.” And I cried.
Lucy Christopher
Image
And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.
Lucy Christopher
Image
I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.
Lucy Christopher
Image
Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.
Lucy Christopher
Image
There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen
Lucy Christopher