If my love were an ocean,there would be no more land.If my love were a desert,you would see only sand.If my love were a star-late at night, only light.And if my love could grow wings,I’d be soaring in flight.
No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.
Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we’d all be a little bit happier.
But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.
You need to figure out what you want, Josh. If that means you need to swim against the tide to get it, at least youre aiming for something that could make you very happy.
You can’t stop the futureYou can’t rewind the pastThe only way to learn the secret…is to press play.
History’s a bitch when you’re in the middle of it.
Here’s a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave… her… alone. Don’t touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.
Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.
After your visits, I twisted my blinds shut every night. I locked out the stars and I never saw lightning again. Each night, I simply turned out the lights and went to bed.
And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.
If there’s one thing I’ve still got, it’s my memory. Which is too bad. Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we’d all be a little bit happier.
I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.
What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were?That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.
That girl had two chances. And both of us let her down.
Put meunderneath God’s sky and know medon’t just look at me with your eyesTake awaythis mask of flesh and bone andsee me for my soulalone
But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.
Sometimes, there’s no one around to tell you to be quiet… to be very, very quiet. Sometimes you need to be quiet when you’re all alone.
I simply wanted a kiss. I was a freshman girl who had never been kissed. Never. But I liked the boy, he liked me, and I was going to kiss him. That’s the story, the whole story, right there.
Unanswered? I would’ve answered any question, Hannah. But you never asked.
Sierra, it’s Christmastime. Put a stupid mistletoe over his head and kiss him already!
Emma:“He broke your heart! How can you call it love when hehurt you so badly?”Kellan:“It was lovebecause it was worth it.
Or deep down, maybe there was more. Maybe I wanted someone to figure out who wrote the note and secretly come to my rescue.Maybe. I don’t know. But I was careful never to give myself away.
You okay?”It’s a residential street, but it’s not the street of the party.I shake my head no.“Are you going to be okay?” he asks.I lean back, resting my head against the seat, and close my eyes. “I miss her.
I think there’s always room for humor, especially when you’re talking about really serious issues.
I thought I was going to be known for my humor. But then I had an idea for a story, which was absolutely not humorous. But, of course, that’s the one that sells and becomes big.
I had written a book that dealt with really serious issues. Was anybody going to want to read a Christmas love story from me?
It seems like whenever a big newspaper or TV show talks about teen literature, they focus on dark books or vampire books. It’s kind of this cliche. It seems like the only time adults pay attention is with that angle.
I miss the newness of Magic Eye posters, which really are amazing.