The best Quotes by Heather Brewer

He loved libraries. Nowhere else in the world felt so safe and homey. Nowhere else smelled like books and dust and happy solitude quite like a library did.

Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

Bullying is a horrible thing. It sticks with you forever. It poisons you. But only if you let it.

The worst pain in the world goes beyond the physical. Even further beyond any other emotional pain one can feel. It is the betrayal of a friend.

Because teachers, no matter how kind, no matter how friendly, are sadistic and evil to the core.

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.

The world is full of monsters with friendly faces.

If citizens followed their leaders' example throughout history, the human race would have died out centuries ago.

If stakes and garlic were the top two things that could kill a vampire, ninth grade gym was a close third.

'Morning, sunshine.'
Vlad blinked at her. 'Morning, sulfuric acid.'
'Pardon me?'
'Well, isn't it just kinda wrong to call a vampire 'sunshine'?'

"I drive well!"
"Says who... your mom?"
"No actually, she won't even get in the car with me."

But if I've learned one thing, it's this: forgiveness is crucial. If you can't forgive someone you're mad at, that anger will poison you. You have to learn to let it go.

A label doesn't make something so. A label is just a word. It's what a person does that makes them who they are.

It was tough attempting to be social with people who'd rather pretend you didn't exist.

Mmmmm. Warm chocolate chip cookies. Not even AB negative can compare.

Mulling this over, Vlad wiped her lip gloss from his lips with the back of his hand. Vampires, after all, didn't sparkle.

Someday, my young friend, you'll find out that girls are actually people too. Just like you and me.

Compassion is not a weakness. It is a gift to be embraced.

For years, every time I'd close my eyes, I'd see monsters. Ones with claws as long as steak knives, teeth as sharp as glass. That was before I learned the worst ones always look human.

I think a lot about how the world treats teenage girls. Like, everything that's good about us is a weakness. Our hearts, our emotions, our empathy, means we need to be protected.

Every day that you refuse to embrace your nature, you are closer to the day where it controls you. The day that you kill recklessly because you simply must feed.

'And you're worried, not because you're headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won't approve of you, correct?'
'That's right,' I answered immediately, hiding my surprise at his casual use of the word.
He shook his head. 'You're incredible.'

About three things I was absolutely positive:
First, Edward was a vampire.
Second, there was a part of him - and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Bystanders who do nothing give bullies permission inadvertently to go on being bullies. Most are afraid they’ll lose friends or be bullied themselves if they help victims or report bullies, and some feel guilty for years afterward.

A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.

A true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.

The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.

Rose always used to tell me that keeping quiet when someone's hurt you isn't kind, it's stupid. I might be useless, and I might be slow... but I'm not stupid!

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from enemies, it comes from those you trust the most.

The difference between the novice and the master is that the master has failed more times than the novice has tried.

You are going to lose people in your life.
And I realize that no matter how much you spent with them,
or how much you appreciated them and told them so,
it will never seem like it was enough.

She warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.

Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!

Historians from England will say I am a liar, but history is written by those who have hanged heroes.