Marie Lu Quotes

Although I was able to maintain a pleasant expression, I was mentally throwing up in her face.

It hurts when you have to smile and you don't want to smile, but the best thing to do is to smile.

I pretend to be calm, it's not a word in my vocabulary.

Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another.

A sociable smile is nothing but a mouth full of teeth.

He always smiles, even when contemplating nothing good.

He tried to smile, but it was just a shape his mouth made.

Yet she felt an impostor, and already the mask had begun to bite into her face.

In my life why do I smile at people I'd rather kick in the eye?

His smile bore the same relation to a real smile as false teeth do to real teeth.

Just kidding' was exactly what people wrote when they meant every word.

I feel strong. Not strong enough to face myself, but strong enough to keep going.

They're betting on how long I'll live!" I burst out. "They're not my friends!" "Well, try and pretend!" snaps Effie. Then she composes herself and beams at me. "See, like this. I'm smiling at you even though you're aggravating me.

It’s amazing what lies people can sustain behind the mask of their real faces.

I'm not a very happy person," I told him."But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.

His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.

Always be sincere, whether you mean it or not.

Yet, I didn't understand that she was intentionally disguising her feelings with sarcasm; that was usually the last resort of people who are timid and chaste of heart, whose souls have been coarsely and impudently invaded; and who, until the last moment, refuse to yield out of pride and are afraid to express their own feelings to you.

I am well in body although considerably rumpled up in spirit, thank you, ma'am,' said Anne gravely. Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper, 'There wasn't anything startling in that, was there, Marilla?

Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.

I was suffering from the delusion that it's the thought that counts.

Once I step on the field, by the things I do in practice and the way I practice, you can't tell that I don't love the game. But I just know it deep down.

It is the wisdom of the crocodiles, that shed tears when they would devour.

The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave.

Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to ascertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done.