Tucker Avery Famous Quotes & Sayings
19 Tucker Avery Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.
What we have is divine. It's beautiful and good and right. I feel it ... " He presses his his hand to his chest, over his heart. "I feel it all the time. You're in here, part of me. You're what I go to bed thinking about and what I wake up to in the morning.— Cynthia Hand
Clara: "I won't hurt you." Be not afraid.— Cynthia Hand
His eyes flashed with anger like i've come right out and called him chicken.
Tucker: I'm glad it happened. because then I got to know who you really are.— Cynthia Hand
Clara: Oh yeah? Who am I?
Tucker: A really, really spiritual, spoiled California chick.
Avery: Shut up.
Tucker: It's cool though. My girlfriend is an angel.
Hey, Carrots," he says.— Cynthia Hand
Nice tree, he says.— Cynthia Hand
That boy has unexpected depth.
You're not . . . normal, Clara. You try to pretend you are. But you're not. You talked to a grizzly bear, and it obeyed you. Birds follow you like a Disney cartoon, or haven't you noticed? And for a while after you came back from Idaho Falls, Wendy thought you were on the run from someone or something. You're good at everything you try. You ride a horse like you were born in the saddle, you ski perfect parallel turns your first time on the hill, you apparently speak fluent French and Korean and who knows what else. Yesterday I noticed that your eyebrows kind of glitter in the sun. And there's something about the way you move, something that's beyond graceful, something that's beyond human, even. It's like you're . . . something else.— Cynthia Hand
I'm in love with Tucker Avery.— Cynthia Hand
It's all me, the human part, the angel part. I love Tucker Avery.— Cynthia Hand
Are you any good at it?"— Cynthia Hand
"Pulling idiots out of the snow? I'm the best.
I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I'll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I'd do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.— Cynthia Hand
So did you really mean all that stuff you said when I was a dead man?"— Cynthia Hand
"Every word."
"Could you say it again?" he asks. "My memory's a little fuzzy."
"Which part?" The part where I said I wanted to stay with you forever?"
"Yeah," he murmurs, his face close to mine, his breath hot on my cheek.
"When I said that I love you?"
He pulls back a little, searches my eyes with his. "Yes. Say it."
"I love you."
He takes a deep, happy breath. "I love you," he says back. "I love you, Clara."
Then his gaze drops to my lips again, and he leans in, and the rest of the world simply goes away.
Behold, Tucker Avery, she says to me, gesturing up at him.— Cynthia Hand
Hasta la vista, baby, he tells me, and I shake my head and smile at how adorably dorky he can be. His Spanish only comes from Arnold Schwarzenegger.— Cynthia Hand
I can't leave you," he says hoarsely.— Cynthia Hand
"I can't leave you either," I say, shaking my head. "I can't."
"Then don't," he says, and grabs me behind the neck and kisses me again, and the world is tilting, and everything goes black.
Can we go somewhere?" I ask. "Let's go somewhere off in the woods and I'll show you."— Cynthia Hand
He hesitates, of course. What if I'm an alien invader trying to lure him to a secluded place so I can suck his brains out? Or a vampire, ravenous for his blood?
"I won't hurt you." Be not afraid.
His eyes flash with anger like I've come right out and called him a chicken.
"Okay." His jaw tightens. "But I drive."
"Of course.
Tucker: "Today we ran into a mama grizzly with two cubs at the ridge off Colter Bay and Clara sang to it to make it go away."— Cynthia Hand
Mrs. Avery: You sang to it?
Tucker: Her singing is that bad.
It's been nice knowing you, Clara,— Cynthia Hand
Huh? My brain still a bit shell-shocked.
Say a prayer for me, will you? He gives me a shaky grin.
Because I'm pretty sure my parents are going to kill me
Tucker snorts. "Sage is a fighter, it spreads over the land like wildfire, sucking up all the water, the nutrients in the earth, until everything else dies. It's a heart little plant, that I'll give it. But it's gray and ugly and ticks love to hide in it. You ever seen a tick?" He glances over at me. The look on my face must be pretty appalled because suddenly he gives and uncomfortable cough and says quietly, "Sage does have a nice smell.— Cynthia Hand
Tucker Avery wants to be my friend.— Cynthia Hand
