I’d rather not know what lies ahead because I like the dark. I like thinking there is something good in the places I can’t see. And that’s not ignorance. That’s just hope.
When you find a truth that surpasses your desire to fit trends and meet approval, you can be certain it’s worth fighting to spread.
You don’t know what love is until you find it,” he whispered, “but when you do, promise me you won’t let it go. Promise you’ll seek it out even when you’re scared it’ll hurt.
The truth is crazier than lies because lies are required to stick to possibilities—the truth isn’t.
Are you real?” Stupid. Of course he’s real.“Yes, Julie. I’m not the mystical man from your dreams.
If a boy can manage to have coffee with me during the apocalypse, I know he cares. There’s not a speck of doubt in my mind. He must care.
After the end of the world, there is a world. Life doesn’t stop. It changes. And it changes me.
Yes,” I whisper so the others won’t hear, “but being afraid is good because it means I still have more to lose.
I am strong and human with a mouth that works like a man’s and a more intelligible brain, and I demand to be heard.
Our surroundings fade and we exist in unison, two people who once shared cups of coffee, unprecedentedly ourselves in a changing world.
There is only one thing in this world worse than dying and that’s watching someone you love die instead—you feel their pain with no final solace.
Sometimes you find a lie, and sometimes it finds you.
We didn’t cause the apocalypse…”“But we were too dumb to see it,” she snaps. “That was our mistake.
We know your secret.And we won’t be made invisible.
Never has it been inappropriate for a girl to wear a red dress.
It wouldn’t be very ladylike to punch a guy in the balls, but it isn’t very manlike to harass a woman because she has different parts and a sweet face.
Welcome to the apocalypse. Where make-do is a motto and life seems wrong, out-of-place. Where the weak become strong because they have no other choice.
Memories tell me who I was, not who I’ll become. They don’t fix the present any more than they fix the past.
You see the world for what it is and what it could be,” Jack says. “What you don’t see is the gaping chasm in between … and that’s what I found.
To describe a kiss is to describe a diary entry or a pair of underwear—each is personal and private, slightly awkward. Very awkward. But necessary.
I know stating my observation aloud is considered fresh, an indiscrete come-on, but frankly I think more people should hear the truth about themselves. Screw what society thinks, right?” – Jack Buchanan
Revenge is a lie we fabricate to ease our consciences. But like two negatives can never equal a positive, two wrong deeds cannot make a right. They only screw-up the equation.
Survival is a passive way of saying “my needs are greater than yours.
Dogs are like that, I guess—they know how to fix you without ever saying a word.