Quotes by Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor

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You told me once of the plants that lie dormant through the drought, that wait, half-dead, deep in the earth. The plants — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million year — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A pla — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them. — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die.- Ty from Stolen — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
I’d never seen a man cry before, only on TV. I’d never even seen Dad close to crying. Those tears looked so odd on you. — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
You saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in your eyes, as though you wanted so — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
I didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
Ty?” I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. “So what’s it like anyway? Australia?”You smiled then, and — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. B — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long. — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
You moved my head so that it was lying in your lap. "Keep your eyes open," you said. "Stay with me."I tried. It felt lik — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
If there'd been an astronaut on the moon right then, I'm sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down a — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor
How long will you keep me?" I asked.You shrugged. "Forever, of course. — Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor