I’m looking for somekind of permanence, so my mark will linger on the world once I’m gone, in the places where I found joy..” -Page 81
You can ache for where you come from, and it’s homesickness. A relationship, and it’s heartbreak. But is there a word for missing your friends like that?
I’m looking for some kind of permanence, so my mark will linger on the world once I’m gone, in the places where I found joy..
After all, once there was a girl named Lucy who loved her family, old and new.It’s not the type of love that ends.
Darkness might keep flooding in, but I finally had just enough light to find the way back to myself.
My dark days made me strong. Or maybe I already was strong, and they made me prove it.
To the deepest, most cellular level of my being, I resent people who believe that depression is the same as weakness, that “sad” people must be coddled like helpless toddlers.
I know this feeling of being a ghost in your own life – no one sees you, no one feels you, so you stay still as if you could actually disappear at any moment.
I want to reach back into my history with a grade-school pink eraser, scrubbing away my decisions like mistakes on a math test. To bad I drew my mistakes in ink.
I want to reach back into my history with a grade-school pink eraser, scrubbing away my decisions like mistakes on a math test. Too bad I drew my mistakes in ink.
I think it’s the bravest thing in the world – to run straight at love, even knowing how badly you could get hurt.
I don’t appreciated how often people hide their scars and doubts. Really, it’s not fair to people who are struggling, to go on believing that everyone else just has it totally together and never has one bad thought in their lives.
In friendship, we are all debtors. We all owe each other for a thousand small kindnesses, for little moments of grace in the chaos.
Laughter feels like our flotation device — it won’t pull us out of the storm, but it might carry us through, if we can just hang on.
So far away, but so beautiful. So powerful. I can always feel it tugging at me.
In books, sometimes the foreshadowing is so obvious that you know what’s going to happen. But knowing what happens isn’t the same as knowing how it happens. Getting there is the best part.
Summer crushes happen all the time, right? Because you feel far away from the real world, everything seems more…possible. Every person seems more vital.