The 5th Wave
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Frightening or Intense Scenes: This is a thriller. Its intense!
Sexual Content: make out scenes. Talk about S*x and virginity.
Violence: Quite a bit but nothing to graphic. People get shot in the head. Blood Splatters some brutal deaths ect...
Coarse Language: Ya know. Some uses of F*** and sob and sh*t and some other stuff.
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“I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.”
"Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you."
“Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.”
“I don't move. I wait behind my log, terrified. Over the past ten minutes, it's become such a dear friend, I consider naming it: Howard, my pet log.”
“I will teach you to love death. I will empty you of grief and guilt and self-pity and fill you up with hate and cunning and the spirit of vengeance. I will make my final stand here, Benjamin Thomas Parish.”
“God doesn't call the equipped, son. God equips the called. And you have been called.”
“I thought I knew what loneliness was before he found me, but I had no clue. You don't know what real loneliness is until you've known the opposite.”
“I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me.”
“There's an old saying about truth setting you free. Don't buy it. Sometimes the truth slams the cell door shut and throws a thousand bolts.”
“What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.”