Lucy Christopher famous quotes

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Hate

Right at that moment it was as if we were the only two people left in the world. And I don't mean that to sound corny; it just honestly did. The only sounds were the droning crickets and chip-chips of the bats, the farawy wind against the sand, and the occasional distant yowl of a dingo. There were no car horns.No trains. No jack-hammers. No lawnmowers No planes. No sirens. No alarms. No anything human. If you'd told me that you'd saved me from a nuclear holocaust, I might have believed you.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Mean #Wind #Two

It didn't make me glow. I felt more like I was fading away, like the world had forgotten me.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Fading Away #Fading #World

Who says I'm not Superman?" You were looking at me with one eye closed against the sun. I shrugged "You would have recued me by now if you were Superman." I said quietly. "Who says I haven't? " Anyone would say you haven't. Anyone's just looking at it wrong then." You pushed yourself up a little, onto your elbows."Anyways, I can't steal you and rescue you. That would give me multiple personalities." And you don't have them already?
-- Lucy Christopher

#Eye #Giving #Personality

You're right, he's a killer," you said. "A rooster with some serious issues.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Issues #Roosters #Killers

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

#Stars #Mean #Years

You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found. I'll take you there, you'd said. And I could say that I agreed.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Running #Sleep #Blood

I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Running #Camels #Want

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

#Stupid #Talking #Evil

You nodded towards the cup. "Want more?" I shook my head. "What about the car?" "Didn't find it. You were heading back towards me when I found you." "Towards . . . ?" You nodded. "So I reckoned the car had probably got stuck or died somehow, and you were just coming home." "Home?" "Yeah." Your mouth twitched. "Back to me.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Home #Car #Want

How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Long #Forever

You told me once of the plants that lie dormant through the drought, that wait, half-dead, deep in the earth. The plants that wait for the rain. You said they'd wait for years, if they had to; that they'd almost kill themselves before they grew again. But as soon as those first drops of water fall, those plants begin to stretch and spread their roots. They travel up through the soil and sand to reach the surface. There's a chance for them again.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Lying #Fall #Rain

Lets face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. And somewhere in the middle, you showed me a place so different and beautiful, I can never get it out of my mind. And I can't get you out of there either. You're stuck in my brain like my own blood vessels.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Life #Beautiful #Blood

I made it," you said, gruffly, "for you." You shoved it onto my finger. It was roughly carved, shaped from a lump of something colourful and cold...a ring made entirely from a gemstone. It was beautiful. It glinted emerald greens and blood reds over my skin, and had tiny flecks of gold catching the light. I couldn't stop staring at it. "Why?" I asked. You didn't answer that. Instead you touched the ring gently and looked piercingly at me, unsaid questions in your eyes.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Beautiful #Eye #Light

Where are you going?" I asked. "The middle of nowhere." "I thought this was it." "Nah." You shook your head. "This is just the edge.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Middle

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

#Beautiful #Powerful #Eye

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

#Eye #Skins #Answers

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

#Darkness #Becoming #Easier

If there'd been an astronaut on the moon right then, I'm sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down and seen me too... the only one who could.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Moon #Down And #Astronaut

I can't save you like that Ty. What you did to me wasn't this brilliant thing, like you think it was. You took me away from everything - my parents, my friends, my life. You took me to the sand and the heat, the dirt and isolation. And you expected me to love you. And that's the hardest bit. Because I did, or at least, I loved something out there. But I hated you too. I can't forget that.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Love You #Thinking #Parent

I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Flower #Talking #Different

I’d never seen a man cry before, only on TV. I’d never even seen Dad close to crying. Those tears looked so odd on you. It was like the strength of you just seemed to sap away. The surprise of it stopped me from being so scared.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Dad #Men #Tears

The deep blue of your eyes had secrets. I wanted them.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Eye #Blue #Secret

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

#Tunnels #Light #Heaven

I wrapped my arms around me as tightly as I could, and stared up at the stars. Had I not been so cold and wanting to escape so badly, I could have stared at them forever: They were amazingly beautiful, so dense and bright. My eyes could get lost up there if I left them looking long enough. [...] They swallowed me up. They were like a hundred thousand tiny candles, sending out hope.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Beautiful #Stars #Eye

The sun was bobbing on the horizon, just peeking over. Its light shimmered on the sand behind you, making your body look like it was glowing … like it had a kind of aura.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Light #Glowing #Body

It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Angel #Afterlife

There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Stars #Spinning #Tiny

I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn’t look beautiful this time. Just evil.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Beautiful #Eye #Airports

Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Beautiful #Moving #Mouths

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

#Coffee #Smell #Fire

Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And, I mean, you really looked at me … with eyes like two stars. [...] And I had wings fluttering away inside me all right. Big fat moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Stars #Mean #Eye

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Dark #Far Away #Banshees

There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen
-- Lucy Christopher

#Heart #Needs #Bottles

When I write this in bed, I can almost hear the echo of the wind over the sand, or the groans of wooden panels around me. I can almost smell the dustiness of the camel, taste the bitterness of saltbush. And when I dream, your warm hands cover my shoulders. Your whispers carry stories and sound like the rustle of spinifex. I still wear that ring, you know... at night, when no one is watching.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Dream #Writing #Night

I love you," you said, simple as anything.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Love You #Simple #Said

You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Dog #Eye #Giving

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Beautiful #Magic #You Re Beautiful

In a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Writing #Needs #Letters

The land wants you here. I want you here," you called. "Don't you care about that at all?
-- Lucy Christopher

#Land #Care #Want

One day they'll let you out of that dry, empty cell. You'll return to the Separates, and you'll feel the rain once more. And you'll grow straight, this time, toward this sunlight. I know you will.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Rain #Cells #One Day

But what else can I do, other than to plead with you like this? Other than to write down my story, our story, to show you that what you've done . . . to make you realize that what you did wasn't fair, wasn't right.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Writing #Stories #Done

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

#Becoming #Easier #Sinking

Doesn't that hurt?" I said. "Yep." "How do you keep them in there?" "I'm stubborn." You grinned. "Stubborn as a waddywood. And anyway, pain means it's healing." "Not always.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Hurt #Pain #Healing

Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Eye #Long #Intense

I didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Hair #Sound #Looks

I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.
-- Lucy Christopher

#People #Red #Heat

I stayed there, curled up into the warmth of your body, under the blankets, like something soft in a shell. Your arms were firm as rock around me.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Rocks #Shells #Body

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

#Memories #Thinking #Numbers

Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Giving #Answers #Ready

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Eye #Long #Looks

I thought you wanted to catch a camel," you tried again. "No." "I want to." "Well, you go then." You laughed. "I want your beautiful face where I can see it
-- Lucy Christopher

#Beautiful #Faces #Camels

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Lonely #Land #Dying

I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Feelings #Skins #Strange

You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Smile #Faces #Kind

You moved my head so that it was lying in your lap. "Keep your eyes open," you said. "Stay with me." I tried. It felt like I was using every muscle in my face. But I did it. I saw you from upside down, your lips above my eyes and your eyes above my lips. "Talk to me," you said. My throat felt like it was closing up, as if my skin had swollen, making my throat a lump of solid flesh. I gripped your hand. "Keep watching me, then," you said. "Keep listening.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Lying #Eye #Hands

But without humans, the wild would take over. It would only take a hundred years or so for nature to win again.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Winning #Years #Hundred

I looked down at my stomach. I grabbed at it, seeing how much fat I could lift up in a roll. "Don't worry," you said, one eye open again like a crocodile watching me. "You're beautiful." You tipped your head back. "Beautiful," you murmured. "Perfect.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Beautiful #Eye #Worry

You saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in your eyes, as though you wanted something from me, as though you’d wanted it for a long time. No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me, I guess. 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

#Beautiful #Powerful #Eye

The people we care for aren't always the one we should
-- Lucy Christopher

#People #Care #Should

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

#Taken #Airports #Letters

People love what they're used to, I guess." "No." You shook your head. "People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.
-- Lucy Christopher

#People #Needs #Way

It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Thinking #Feelings #Kind

How would she find her herd? How would she find you?
-- Lucy Christopher

#Herds

I thought you didn't want to let me go.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Want #Let Me Go #Let Me

I was surprised at her gentleness, her willingness to give in.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Giving #Gentleness #Willingness

You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.
-- Lucy Christopher

#Hurt #Able #Hurt Me

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

#Lying #Hair #Want