“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.” PeopleIfsWorldHumansMeanTwoMomentsMightLeftSoundCarWindTrainCalmNuclearSavedHonestlyPlanesSandThat MomentHolocaustBatsCricketChipsHammersCornyHornsOccasionalAlarmsSirensDingoes Author:Lucy Christopher
“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.” PeopleSaidRunningEarthFoundLostSleepPerfectAliveBloodBuildingRedEmptyLongingDisappearCoveredFar AwayBetter LifeGetting Lost Book:Stolen Source: Stolen
“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.” PeopleThinkingBigsRememberMemoriesViewsNumbersBrainColorHairPhonesPhone NumbersRemember Something Author:Lucy Christopher
“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.” PeopleKindSometimesRedLongingFingersHeatWarmthInsectsUp And Down Author:Lucy Christopher
“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.” PeopleWayNeedsShouldUsed Book:Stolen Source: Stolen
