I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.
The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it’s the small things that count.
You shouldn’t spend all your time worrying about the love that leaves, because then you might overlook the love that was always there.
The future is uncertain, but that can be a good thing.
But what if hope had a threshold? What if there was a limit to it? What if each of us was only given a certain amount and mine was used up?
Were you planning to jump off?”“Not on pizza day. Never on pizza day, which is one of the better days of the week.” I should mention that I am a brilliant deflector.
The world after a war is a good world, I told myself. A happy world. A secure world. In this world, I might do anything.
I’ve always thought you should be able to freeze time. This way you could hit the Pause button at a really good point in your life so that nothing changes
For a minute, I can feel it: the sense of peace as my mind goes quiet, like I’m already dead. I am weightless and free. Nothing and no one to fear, not even myself.
She waves her arms at the world. “It’s all just time filler until we die.
Angry at him for leaving without a word, angry at myself for being so easy to leave and for not being enough to make him want to stick around.
I love the thrill of impending, weightless doom…
Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.
Now, if you asked him what he was going to do with himself, he’d tell you he guessed he might do anything he set his mind to. But he’d say it in a far-off way, as if he didn’t really mean it or care much at all.
Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people’s words, not my own–my words are gone.
I’m sorry about Finch. He was a good, screwed up kid who should have had more help.” “I feel responsible.
I think about Finch and Sir Patrick Moore and black holes and blue holes and bottomless bodies of water and exploding stars and event horizons, and a place so dark that light can’t get out once it’s in.
I can be both of us at once so no one will have to miss her, most of all me. I I
Water is peaceful. I am at rest. In thewater, I am safe and pulled in where Ican’t get out. Everything slows down—the noise and the racing of my thoughts.
There aren’t many people who would say this about me, but the great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.
Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.
I thought of the pieces of me I’d left behind, a piece here, a piece there, scattered like bread crumbs. How much of me was left?
You know, that’s what you’ve been doing in a way–coming out. Coming out of your room. Coming out of your house. Coming out of your shell.
You make me lovely, and it’s so lovely to be lovely to the one I love…
Is today a good day to die?Is today the day?And if not today–when?
Too many people in this world think small is the best they can do. Not you, Libby Strout. You weren’t born for small! You don’t know how to do small! Small is not in you!
May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul… You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.
As long as you live, there’s always something waiting; and even if it’s bad, what can you do? You can’t stop living.
You are all the colours in one, at full brightness.
A string of thoughts run through my head like a song I can’t get rid of, over and over in the same order: I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.
On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It’s hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it’s beautiful.
It’s okay to laugh, you know. The earth’s not going to split open. You’re not going to hell. Believe me. If there’s a hell, I’ll be there ahead of you, and they’ll be too busy with me to even check you in.
This is what I want to do with Violet – give her only the good, keep away the bad, so that good is all we ever have around us
I don’t know what brings you up here, but to me the town looks prettier and the people look nicer and even the worst of them look almost kind.
Besides, I kind of like my face intact like this, two eyes, one nose, one mouth, a full set of teeth, which, if I’m being honest, is one of my better features.
When he smiles like that, there’s a single dimple. It was the thing that got me the very first time I saw him.
I can already feel myself falling hard, something I’ve been known to do. All because she smiled at me.
Stars on the sky, stars on the ground. It’s hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins.
Water is peaceful. I am at rest. In the water, I am safe and pulled in where I can’t get out. Everything slows down-the noise and the racing of my thoughts.
I’d rather be judged on what I can do instead of who I’m not.
You have been in every way all that anyone could be… If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.
I meant what I said to Embryo about drugs. We don’t mix. What it comes down to for me is I have a hard enough time keeping control over my brain without something else getting in the way.
I have this feeling, like I’m waiting for something. But I have no idea what.
I think it’s early. Early in our lives. Early in the night. Early in the new year. If you’re counting, you’ll notice the earlys outnumber the lates.
You are driving me crazy. You have been driving me crazy for weeks.
I didn’t know that my life forever changing would be because you loved me and then left, and in such a final way.
In case you haven’t noticed, we’re already involved, Finch. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m broken too.
The only way around it is to stay with one guy forever.” But does forever have a built-in ending…?
If a song’s meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones.
There are no rules, because life is made up of too many rules as it is.
I have songs to write and songs to sing and planes to fly and I want to see my old yellow truck again.
This is followed by laughter because we’re in high school, which means we’re predictable and almost everything is funny, especially if it’s someone else’s public humiliation.
Just be careful” implies that there’s an end to it all, maybe in an hour, maybe in three years, but an end just the same.