…I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn’t have met, and who didn’t like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.
You only get one life. It’s actually your duty to live it as fully as possible
I didn’t like it when he looked at me like that. I could never escape the feeling that i was being compared to someone else.
I want him to live if HE wants to live. If he doesn’t, then by forcing him to carry on, you, me….. we become just another shitty bunch of people taking away his choices.
All Chelsea’s internet dates were gorgeous. Until she met them.
They were like animals, men. They found too much eye contact threatening.
I needed to tell him, silently, that things might change, grow, or fail, but that life did go on. That we were all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God’s purpose to understand.
Only you, Will Traynor, could tell a woman how to wear a bloody dress.
You know, you can’t make someone love you again. No matter how much you might want it. Sometimes, unfortunately, the timing is simply… off.
I liked the fact that I could be who I wanted to be without my sister’s voice reminding me of who I had been.
Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay.
Sometimes just getting through each day requires almost superhuman strength.
You cut yourself off from all sorts of experience because you tell yourself you re not ‘that sort of person
No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived.
It is the death of hope that comes as the greatest relief
Losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill.
Sometimes I felt as if we were all wading around in grief, reluctant to admit to others how far we were waving or drowning.
No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days.
Sometimes for our sanity own sanity we just have to look at the bigger picture.
When someone we love is snatched from us, it often feels very hard to make plans.Sometimes people feel like they have lost faith in the future, or they become superstitious.
She was always tired, these days. She put on one of those smiles that wasn’t really a smile at all, and they went on.
Sometimes life is a series of obstacles, a matter of putting one foot in front of the other. Sometimes, she realizes suddenly, it is simply a matter of blind faith.
Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you’d left off, whether it be a week since you’d seen each other or two years.
Life is short, right? We both know that. Well, what if you’re my chance?
You live. And you throw yourself into everything and try not to think of the bruises.
You should just keep your mouth shout! It gets very tedious having you make a snarky comment about everything that someone says in this group.
It seemed unfair that despite the fact he could not use them, or feel them, his extremities should cause him so much discomfort.
I had a hundred and seventeen days in which to convince Will Traynor that he had a reason to live.
Be thrown into a new life (or at least thrown with sush force against the life of someone who is like squashed his face against the window) forces you to rethink who you are. Or what causes impression for others
I realized I was afraid of living without him. How is it you have the right to destroy my life, I wanted to demand of him, but I’m not allowed a say in yours?-Lou
A face whose emotions had not yet been battered by experience.
You still don’t get it, Clark, do you?’ I couldhear the smile in his voice. ‘It’s not your choice.
Hannah ran past, beaming. I remember that feeling–when you’re a kid and it’s your birthday and for one day everyone makes you feel like the most special person in the world.
I know this isn’t a conventional love story. I know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.
He dropped his head and kissed her. He kisses her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing.
Some mistakes… Just have greater consequences than others. But you don’t have to let the result of one mistake be the thing that defines you. You, Clark, have the choice not to let that happen.
Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.
Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay.
Some mistakes… just have greater consequences than others. But you don’t have to let that night be the thing that defines you.
And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.
You don’t have to let that one thing be the thing that defines you.
It is important not to turn the dead into saints. Nobody can walk in the shadow of a saint.
But I knew very well how the persona you chose to present to the world could be very different from what was inside.I knew how grief could make you behave in ways you couldn’t even begin to understand.
She had the world’s worst poker face: her feelings floated across them like reflections on a still pond.
She is probably slightly too old to pout, but they’ve been going out a short enough time for it still to be cute.
Your face when you came back from diving that time told me everything; there is a hunger in you, Clark. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.
There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hours, when time stalls and slips, when life -real life- seems to exist at one remove.
There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hour, when time stalls and slips, when life -real life- seems to exist at one remove
We were enjoying one of those rare summers of utter freedom – no financial responsibility, no debts, no time owing to anybody.
You´re my son, Ed. You might be idiotic and irresponsible, but it doesn´t make the slightest difference to what I feel for you. I´m pissed off that you could have thought it would
Everyone I’ve ever met who was worth knowing was a bit different at school. You just need to find your people”Find my people?”Your tribe
The hardest thing about talking to teenagers, I had discovered, was that whatever you said inevitably came across like something an elderly aunt would say at a wedding.
Nobody ever feels they’re doing well with teenagers,’ he said. ‘I think that’s kind of the point of them.
Nobody ever feels they’re doing well with teenagers,” he said. “I think that’s kind of the point of them.
I just want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress
Love is the driver for all great stories: not just romantic love, but the love of parent for child, for family, for country.