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August Flynn Quotes

“Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?”

Music August Flynn Soro Flynn

Book:Our Dark Duet

Source: Our Dark Duet

“I’m willing to walk in darkness if it keeps humans in the light.”

Sacrifice Kate Harker August Flynn

Book:Our Dark Duet

Source: Our Dark Duet

“Mourning was its own kind of music—the sound of so many hearts, of so many breaths, of so many standing together.”

Mourning August Flynn

Book:Our Dark Duet

Source: Our Dark Duet

“I know it hurts," she said. "So make it worth the pain." "How?" "By not letting go," she said softly. "By holding on, to anger, to hope, or whatever it is that keeps you fighting." You, he thought.”

Kate Harker August Flynn Our Dark Duet

Book:Our Dark Duet

Source: Our Dark Duet

“I spent a long time playing that game,” she said. “Pretending there were other versions of this world, where other versions of me got to live, and be happy, even if I didn’t, and you know what? It’s lonely as hell. Maybe there are other versions, other lives, but this one’s ours. It’s all we’ve got.”

Kate Harker August Flynn

Book:Our Dark Duet

Source: Our Dark Duet

“I don’t know who I am, and who I’m not, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be, and I miss who I was; I miss it every day, Kate, but there’s no place for that August anymore. No place for the version of me who wanted to go to school, and have a life, and feel human, because this world doesn’t need that August. It needs someone else.”

Existential Crisis Kate Harker August Flynn

Book:Our Dark Duet

Source: Our Dark Duet

“And the memory of stardust and open fields, of bleachers and black-and-white cats and apples in the woods, of tally marks and music, of running and burning, and the desperate, hopeless desire to feel human.”

Kate Harker August Flynn

Book:Our Dark Duet

Source: Our Dark Duet

“the noise of the city like music around him, full harmony and dissonance, rhythm and clash. It was layered and layered until the melody tipped into discord, the wonder turning to distress.”

August Flynn This Savage Song

Author:V.E Schwab