Firefly Malcolm Reynolds Quotes Novels & Stories

“Enjoy it while it is hot.” I stiffened, but kept my eyes on her, waiting for her to finish what she wanted to saw. “There’s a little thing about moths,” she continued calmly, almost indulgently. “They’re always drawn to the brightest fire. They always believe that it is going to save them. It is seen as stupid and foolish, but there is no one to actually stop them. If there was, they wouldn’t be as foolish as to try and burn themselves alive.” Her lips curved faintly. “But they always burn once it grows too bright. Just like you will.”

says their leader as he stepped forward to pounce on their prey. I closed my eyes when I saw his hand raised and the other ready to rip my poor head. Good. I am going to see the sun, moon and stars for real this time. It's never too late to say my goodbyes now. Bye, mom. Bye, dad. I hate you, Shauna. I will always crush over you, Malcom. I whisper to myself as I waited for my tragic ending.

“Where are we going?” Ryan didn’t look at him. His gaze stayed forward, calm again on the surface, like he’d tucked everything back where it belonged. “Back to Nightfall.” I turned slightly toward him, surprised. Back? Malcolm clearly felt the same. “Are you planning to get revenge on Roderick?” There was no hesitation. “Yes.” That was all he said. No explanation. No buildup. Just that one word, steady and certain. Something about the way he said it made my palms sweaty. Not out of fear exactly, but because I believed him immediately.

I'd rather surrender to the darkness than endure this anguish. Please know that I wish you happiness, despite the pain it brings me. May you find joy with Noelle, though she will never deserve you. Farewell, Malcolm. Yours eternally, Emery.’ Bullshit!! Bullshit!! Bullshit!! Total Bullshit!! And it was more shitty to think that Malcolm believed whatever trash was written in that paper. “So you believe this?” Kira scoffed, throwing the paper back at him and it fell to the ground.

“It sounds like you don’t care. Like all the effort we’ve put into keeping you safe doesn’t matter. Like you’d throw it all away for a guy who couldn’t care less about you.” “That’s not true,” I protested. “I do care. I just… I don’t see why you’re all so worked up about this. It’s my life and it has absolutely nothing to do with all your revenge plans.” Malcolm sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You really don’t get it.” “No, I don’t,” I said stubbornly. “So why don’t you explain it to me?” “Because you don’t listen, Liana!” Malcolm snapped, his sudden outburst making me take a step back. “You’re so caught up in your own little world that you don’t see what’s right in front o

"But what if… what if there is still a way? I know things can turn if given time. You have to believe me and give me time to prove that everything will work out." "I have high hopes for you, Kael, despite your repeated failures," he said. "I will give you time. Just know that this is your final chance. Do not waste it on wild dreams and empty promises. It's going to kill you!" "Thank you, Malcolm," I said, struggling to maintain my composure. "I swear, I will not let you down."

he says, voice almost idle, "I’d keep her on a short leash too." I speak before Arlo can do something we’ll all live to regret. "It’s getting late," I say smoothly, "We should get back to our own camp before it gets dark." Malcolm’s smirk widens, “Of course. It was nice meeting you and remember to be careful. You wouldn’t want to run into anything unnatural." I meet his gaze, holding it for a long beat. "No," I say evenly, "We certainly wouldn’t."

Rae My breath caught in my throat and my heart pounded violently in my chest as I remembered my experiences with rogues. These crazy wolves wouldn’t stop until they killed someone. I turned to look at Malcolm who had his eyes glued on them. He looked like he was ready to fight. I sighed. Why can’t I ever go on a trip that ends peacefully? “Rogues,” Malcom said stating the obvious and his words had caught their attention. The man who had spoken earlier grinned. “Smart kid,” he drawled. “Too bad you won’t live long enough to share more of your intelligence with the world.”

I said to him. “Jealous?” he smirked. “Yeah, I mean what do you do with your time?” I asked him. “This isn’t twenty questions!” he roared suddenly and I smiled at him. “You know when you get angry you’ve already lost,” I said to him. “Oh, quoting the great Malachi Sinclair now, are you?” he asked me. “Why wouldn’t I? He was right about it,” I said to him. “Hmm, you know he traded his life for yours,” he said to me.

“Are you even LISTENING to what I have to say?!” My voice hitched at the last word, and slowly Malcolm turned to face me fully. His eyes were sharp, no longer distracted, and for a moment I feared that he would not say anything. But he did. In fact, it didn’t just end there, because as the clarity returned, a look of disappointment slid into his eyes as he stared at me and I felt a hot flush begin to crawl up my neck. “To everything you’ve said so far, I would normally say that you are plagued by a lack of imagination,” he began, “But I know that you are much smarter than that, because if you weren’t we would all be doomed.”