If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
What would you do if I kissed you right now?”I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. “I would kiss you back.
You can’t hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I’m in love with you, Mara. I love you. No matter what you do.
I want YOU to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don’t be careful with me,” he said. “Because I won’t be careful with you.
Everyone’s a little crazy. Some people just hide it better than others.
You are what happiness means to me. And I would rather have today with you than forever with anyone else.
Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look.
He didn’t look like the same person who picked me up this morning. Noah–sarcastic, distant, untouchable Noah–cared. And that made him real.
It doesn’t matter what we are. It matters what we do.
This is a love story. Twisted and messy. Flawed and screwed up. But it’s ours. It’s us. I don’t know how our story will end. but I know it will start.
Everyone is a little crazy. The only difference between us and them is that they hide it better.
You could start a fire with the heat between you two.””You’re mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.
I hate you,” I muttered.Noah smiled wider. “I know.
You smell good,” he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled. “Really?” “Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon.
I planted a kamikaze kiss on Jamie’s cheek.“FUCK,” he shouted, wiping it off. “What if you killed me!” He threw a Skittle at my face. It hit my forehead.“Ow!”“Taste the rainbow bitch.
Have you made any other friends since we’ve been here?”I gave him the death stare. “Yes, actually.””Who? I want a name.””Jamie Roth.””The Ebola kid? I heard he’s a little unstable.””That was one incident.
You like them,” I realized.Noah’s eyebrows lifted in question.”Like as people.””As opposed to…furniture?””They’re my PARENTS.””That is my understanding, yes.
I wish we could make out in your bed.”Noah sighed. “As do I, but I’m afraid we have ritual burning to conduct.””It’s always something.””Isn’t it though?
I have never read The Joy of Crap. Sounds disgusting. I have, however, read The Joy of Sex. Not in a while, but I think it’s one of those classics you can come back to again… and again.
Your level of neuroses will only find love in a made-for-TV movie.
Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.
There is no truth,” Stephanie said mysterously. “Only perspectives.
You’re supposed to say, ‘All I want is your happiness. I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'””Sorry,” Noah said. “I’m just not that big of a person.
Why?’ He asked.’Why what?’ What could I say? Noah, despite you being an asshole, or maybe because of it, I’d like to rip off your clothes and have your babies. Don’t tell.
My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel.
I stifled a yawn. “It’s too early to be such an asshat, Daniel.
I stifled a yawn. “It’s too early to be such an asshat Daniel.
I was just going to say it reminds me of the symbols on a family crest.”Noah stopped mid-stride, and turned very slowly. “We’re not related.”“I know, but—”“Don’t even think it.
I want to shake them for their ignorance and scream that their Sistine Chapel is filled with cracks.
The two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words.
Thanks. Seriously, you must have better things to do with your life than waste it on the hopeless?”I’ve already learned Parseltongue. What else is there?”Elvish.
You are like fire; you will burn wherever you go. If contained, channeled, you can bring light, but you will also always cast a shadow.
They lie, you know. It’s not easier to ask for forgiveness. Not even a little.
If you fight yourself, you will lose, and fighting leaves scares.
I’d wasted so much time wishing I could be different, wishing I could change things, change myself…I thought it would be easier to be someone else than to be who I was becoming, but I didn’t think that anymore
I know what I can do to a girl with a word, a look, a touch. And I want to do them all to her.
You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you.”My tongue warred with my mind. “Today,” I whispered.Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. “Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.
You can’t hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I’m in love with you, Mara. I love you. No matter what you do.
I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I was warned about you, you know.”And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, “But you’re here anyway.
Does anyone know how to start a fire?”Blank stares. “So we can’t start a fire,” [Jamie] said. “We can’t fly. We can’t create a force field. We are the most bullshit superheroes.
The idea was a splinter in my mind. Always there, always stinging,even when I wasn’t conscious of it. Even when I wasn’t thinking about it.
While Daniel disappeared into his room, probably to limn the contours of some exquisite constellation of philosophical nonsense for his internship applications and gasp in the throes of his overachieving OCDness.
Sometimes, the biggest secrets you can only tell a stranger.
Stella turned to us. “One of us is going to have to swim it. Any volunteers?”Jamie shook his head. “Not it. Sharks, first of all, and second of all, sharks”- The Retribution of Mara Dyer
And that for every negative event or coincidence that has happened since, imagining that you triggered them, that you made them happen makes you feel like you possess a degree of control that you don’t have.
If I were to live a thousand years, Iwould belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
It’s like you’re a mirror and you show me who I want to be, instead of who I am.
You think it can’t get worse than wanting someone and not having them, but it can. You can want someone, have them, and want them more. Still. Always. You can never get enough.
The ability to heal does not make one good any more than the ability to kill makes one evil. Kill the right people, and you become a hero. Heal the wrongs ones, and you become a villain. It is our choices that define us, not our abilities
I must be made of nothing to feel so much nothing.