Quotes About Reflection

She's you, without your conscience, or your feelings. She's you without your humanity." "You're saying she's a mood swing?" He shrugged. "Or maybe you're her mood swing." "Don't even joke about that.

There's nothing I would change about the last few years. Valkyrie has proven herself to be an astonishing individual and one I would gladly lay down my life for, such as it is. How many people leading normal lives would you be able to say that about?" "Until the end," Valkyrie said softly. Skulduggery looked at her, his head tilting gently.

If you can't stand to be alone with your thoughts, maybe there's something wrong with your thoughts.

I know she was sent to keep an eye on me and then kill me, but … do you think she did fall in love with me, even just a small bit?" "Not really." "Oh." "She stuck a knife in you." "Yeah." "That's rarely a good sign." "I suppose." "But hey, you had some good times, didn't you?" "Yes. Yes we did." "Before she stabbed you.

I've always been a monster,' Scapegrace told her, 'but now, finally, my physical for reflects my inner darkness.' 'You smell terrible.' 'That's the smell of evil.' 'It's like rancid meat and bad eggs.' 'Evil," Scapegrace insisted.

If none of that was a thing," she interrupted. "If you could go back right and, like, stop me from ever getting involved, knowing what lay ahead of me, would you do it?" Skulduggery focused on the road ahead for a few seconds. "For my sake, I wouldn't change a thing," he said. "For your sake? I'd change everything.

There is a place called reality. It is a place where people use doors instead of windows. Where, when you click a sound is made not a flame. Where, a shadow is a thing created by the sun, not a weapon. Where, your reflection stays in the mirror. And where skeletons don't walk and talk. But you can escape this place. You just have to have one thing. Imagination.

With age comes wisdom, you ever hear that?" "I did, but I've found that wisdom has a cut-off point of around one hundred and twenty years. Once you reach that, you're really as wise as you're going to get.

I've always found that ex-girlfriends with bodies are better than ex-girlfriends who are just internal organs locked away in a box somewhere. But I'm old-fashioned like that.

I'm sorry, I'm still stuck on you losing your head. – Stephanie/Valkyrie

Everyone's in love with China." "Ah yes, but my love was stronger and true. I think she knew that, and I think, in her own way, she loved me as much as I loved her. Or loved Gordon as much as he loved . . . no, as much as I loved . . . she loved Gordon as much as I loved her. Or something." "Are . . . are you sure you're OK?" "Just having a small existential crisis, nothing to worry about.

Her reflection had hidden something from her. This, Valkyrie thought to herself, is probably not a good sign.

Kenspeckle was your friend." "When all this is over, we'll see who's alive and who's dead and then I'll cry, OK?... Clarabelle's going to feel so bad when this is done with.

What about you?" he asked, his words not much more than a mumble. "Regrets?" "Many," Skuduggery said. Tesseract's breath rattled in his chest. "That's the goo thing about living. You get to make up for past mistakes." "Or make brand-new ones.

I'm traumatized. My life flashed before my eyes. You're life in re-runs would traumatize anyone. You're fine.

There is a place called reality. It is a place where people use doors instead of windows. Where, when you click a sound is made not a flame. Where, a shadow is a thing created by the sun, not a weapon. Where, your reflection stats in the mirror. And where skeletons don't walk and talk. But you can escape this place. You just have to have one thing. Imagination.

And look at me now. Seriously. Look at what all that action and adventure has done to me. I'm a frickin' basket case. - Valkyrie

I wasn't always who I am now. No one ever is. I've spent my entire lifetime becoming who I am. Finally, I'm here and I'm old. It's depressing, it really is.

She held her sword like she was ready to use it on anyone who got close. Darquesse could see her own reflection in the blade. A pretty girl with a scar on her cheek, fifteen years old and dark-haired. Her pale face splattered with other people's blood. Her eyes, dark-ringed. Is this what they all saw, she wondered, or did the see something else? Something magnificent and terrible? Something monstrous?

Please just admit it," said Valkyrie. "You're going to miss me, aren't you?" "Obviously," said Skulduggery. "Thank you." "like a drowning man misses the land." "Aw w w..." "Like a hesitant man misses the chance." "Yeah..." "Like an oblivious man misses the point." "I have a feeling you're mocking me somehow, but I can't put my finger on how.

In your reality and ours," Valkyrie said, "you're still a gigantic asshat.

That's the thing about redemption," said Skulduggery. "If you're looking for it, the chances are you'll never find it.

The only person with whom he'd interacted on any sort of deeper level was Valkyrie Cain – but he still had to work out if she was a good example of a functioning human being.

Looking back on his life up to the previous night, Sebastian had come to the conclusion that he was, in fact, a pacifist, who just happened to get caught up in extreme acts of violence at regular intervals.