All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
I love you,” I whisper. “I love you exactly as you are.
I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. “There are secrets in here,” I say. “I want them out.”He tries to bite my finger.I steal it back.
I feel like I’ve been split open and stuffed with sunshine.
That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.
I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.
They filled our world with weapons aimed at foreheads and smiled as they shot 16 candles right through our future. They killed those strong enough to fight back and locked up the freaks who failed to live up to their utopian expectations.
Sometimes a book isn’t a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.Sometimes it’s the only story you knew how to tell.
The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.
Because a quiet night is not the same as a silent one, a firm man is not the same as a steady one, and a bright light is not the same as a brilliant one.
Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable?
We’re too different now. We want different things. And this?” I say nodding at our hands. “All this managed to prove is that you are extremely good at turning me off
I love walking into a bookstore. It’s like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.
There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world,” he says softly.
Comamandering is not a word.It has letters, doesn’t it? Sounds like a word to me.
Alice couldn’t explain why, exactly, but she knew now that things had changed between them. Oliver had become her friend in an absolute, uncomplicated way. She was done fighting him, and he was done lying to her.
How strange that we can go from friends to inseparable to hateful then casual all in one lifetime.
Beautiful enough to lure in prey, he said. Strong enough to clamp down and destroy, he said.
My body is cracking from the pain I have swallowed so Many times, heaving with sobs I can no longer suppress, my dignity dissolving in my tears, the agony of these past few days ripping my skin to shreds.
I’m in love with you.””Good grief.” She kept walking.
I want you to be happy,” I tell him, my eyes searching his. ‘I want you to have a family. I want you to be surronded by people who care about you,” I say. ‘You deserve that.
Mother often said that she could never be bothered to understand why Alice did the things she did, and now, more than ever, Alice thought never being bothered was a very lazy way to love someone.
I lived in a really dark place. I wasn’t safe in my own mind. I woke up every morning hoping to die and then spent the rest of the day wondering if maybe I was already dead because I couldn’t even tell the difference.
I do know that I don’t want to wake him.We were up very late last night.
Laughter comes from living.” I shrug, try to sound indifferent. “I’ve never really been alive before.
I hope he doesn’t know he just touched my leg.And nothing happened.
Because it’s so hard to be kind to the world when all you’ve ever felt is hate.
Because it’s so difficult to fight what you cannot control and right now I can’t even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark.
Right now I can’t even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark
I want you to make a list of all of your favorite things, and I want to be on it.
I think wow, I imagine this is what it’s like to have friends.
Red was ruby, green was fluorescent, yellow was simply incandescent. Color was life. Color was everything.Color, you see, was the universal sign of magic.
His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him.
I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.
I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.
Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes im not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all
Things are changing, but this time I’m not afraid. This time I know who I am. This time I’ve made the right choice and fighting for the right team. I feel safe. Confident
Best to introduce yourself to patience now, so that it might find you when you call upon it later.
First! Does this need to be said? Second! Does this need to be said by me? And third! Does this need to be said by me right now?
And I don’t know much about anything in this world but I do know how to read The book written in his eyes. The way he looks at me.
Alice jumped from flagstone to flagstone, her face caught in the rainlight glow, her hand grasping for a touch of gold. The towns excitement was contagious, and the air was so thick with promise Alice could almost bite into it.
Warner. A white bird with streaks of gold like a crown atop its head. A fair – skinned boy with gold hair, the leader of Sector 45. It was always him. All along . The link.
Hang tightHold on Look upStay strongHang on Hold tightLook strongStay up One day I might breakOne day I mightb r e a kfree
Studies have shown that thinking and wondering lead to thoughtful decision-making. It’s an epidemic.
Hate looks just like everybody else until it smiles. Until it spins around and lies with lips and teeth carved into the semblance of something too passive to punch.
My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.
I’m wearing dead cotton on my limbs and a blush of roses on my face.
My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound.My mind, I hope, will soon be found.
I am not myself.My thoughts are tangled in words that are not my own.
She’d decided long ago that life was a long journey. She would be strong and she would be weak, and both would be okay.
I can do anything I want. Be with anyone I want. And it’ll be my choice.
The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do.
I didn’t want the clothes or the perfect shoes or the expensive anything. I didn’t want to be draped in silk. All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
Alice would choose to love herself, different and extraordinary, every day of the week.
The only existence I know now is the one I was given. An echo of what used to be.
he says : ” please don’t shoot me for this ” and he kissed me .
Nothing in this life will ever make sense to me but I can’t help but try to collect the change and hope it’s enough to pay for our mistakes.
I can’t be my own person if I constantly require someone else to hold me together.
Uh, yeah – how about a warm hell no to that request? Does that work for you? Because it works for me.
I’m beginning to think of hope as a dangerous, terrifying thing.
It’s like there are a million screams caught inside of my chest but I have to keep them all in because what’s the point of screaming if you’ll never be heard and no one will ever hear me in here. No one will ever hear me again.
I clench my fists and try not to scream and I tuck my friends in my hea
I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i’d use to paint a million pictures.
Juliette ? ” A tentative voice . “ Are you okay? ” I lower the pillow . Blink up . Warner is wearing a towel . A towel . I want to roll under the bed .
Tell me what you want” he [Warner] says desperately. “Tell me what to do,” he says, “and I’ll do it.
I felt the tears streak down my cheeks but I wasn’t crying.
Of course I remember you.” My voice is a strangled whisper. I squeeze my eyes shut. “You were the only one who ever looked at me like a human being.
I keep sniffing my skin, pleasantly surprised by how nice it is to smell like a flower. I’ve never smelled like anything before.
Is it possible to love someone and then stop loving them? I don’t think I even know what love is
It sounds crazy, to think that I cared so much without ever talking to you.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
While a part of me wants to know, another part of me is too exhausted to ask.
He’s wrong he’s so he’s so wrong he’s more wrong than an upside-down rainbow.
I can’t be my own person, if i constantly require someone else to hold me together.
And maybe if I can find a way to stop being scared, I’ll actually figure out how to make friends. To be strong. To stop wallowing in my own problems.