Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal
I’m not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I’m not sure that I want to wake up.
Please Mia,” he implores. “Don’t make me write a song.
There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You’ve ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can’t say any of that.
But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.
You dumb-ass,” I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. “You don’t share me. You own me.
Stains are even worse when you’re the only one who can see them.
We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.
Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.
I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.
Whoever said that the past isn’t dead had it backward. It’s the future that’s already dead, already played out.
And now I am here, as alone as I’ve ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it’s suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.
But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I’ll get through today.
Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.
It’s my turn to see you through,’ she whispers, coming back to me and wrapping me in her blanket as I lose my shit all over again. She holds me until I recover my Y chromosome.
Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.
In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person’s absence will affect you more than another’s.
My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.
I remember watching it all and getting the tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.
We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I’ve had in my life has been wrong.
It takes a certain kind of naiveté, or perhaps just stupidity, to know how things will end and still hope otherwise.
Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.
But that’s the thing with death. The whisper of it descent travels fast and wide, and people must’ve know I’d become a corpse because nobody even came to view the body.
Samo mislim da su sprovodi vrlo slični smrti. Možeš imati želje i planove, ali na kraju ipak nemaš kontrolu ni nad čim.
Green trees against the sky in the spring rain while the sky set off the spring trees in the obscuration. Red flowers dot the land in the breeze’s chase while the land colored up in red after the kiss.
That happens a lot with Shakespeare. The women go after what they want the men wind up suckered into things.
You forget, time doesn’t exist anymore. You gave it to me.
She didn’t care that people called her a bitch. ‘It’s just another word for feminist,’ she told me with pride.
Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.
But now here I am: No money. No place to stay. It should be my worst nightmare. But I don’t care. It’s funny the things you think you’re scared of until they’re upon you, and then you’re not.
Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it’s as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny.
She said it was because one day I was going to have to go through a metamorphosis like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly and that scared me, so butterflies scared me.
I run my finger along the crease of the envelope, feel the weight of history inside. Wherever I’m going next, these are coming with me.
Don’t be scared…Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You’ll find out one day.
Concert’ doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.
Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that’s the beauty of it, too.
One in a million cases; such comforting odds, except when you were the one
Mom was adamantly pro-choice. She had a bumper sticker on the car that read If you can’t trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child? But in her case the choice was to keep me.
It’s just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident sends me somewhere new. That’s how life works.
I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don’t seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.
Forgivenesss: It’s a miracle drug. It’s God’s miracle drug.
Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won’t feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.
How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?
My chips are all cashed out. There’s nothing to lose. Or maybe I’ve already lost it and found it, and whatever else there might be to lose…
You can’t undo loss. You can’t unmake a mistake. (What The Hell Have You Done, Sophie Roth?)
Adam’s lips are set in a grime line. I can’t tell if he’s about to cry or about to punch the guard. For his sake, I hope it’s the former. For you own, I hope the latter.
[My parents] always seemed less like lovebirds than like amiable business partners, for whom I’m the sole product.
It’s just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. – Adam
But sometimes the memories feel so real, so visceral, so personal, that I confuse them with my own.
He gives me a little shrug, like, of course, why else? And at this point, I really have no right to be surprised by people’s capacity for kindness and generosity, but still, I am. I’m floored every time.
You thought too hard. Same with travel. You can’t work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.
…he starts telling them about our day, embellishing it so that it almost sounds fun. It’s how all good travel stories are born. Nightmares spun into punch lines.
We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.
I look at Ben now. And again I wonder how it is that we can feel so many of the same things and be so utterly different.
My anger feels hot and bilious but I keep it bottled until it doubles back and I’m mad at myself.
The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides.
It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.
When you make such a large withdrawal of happiness, somewhere you’ll have to make an equally large deposit. It all goes back to the universal law of equilibrium.
It was like finding out the world was made of gossamer and could be so easily ripped apart. To be solely at the mercy of fate.
I don’t want to lose you because of the f**ked-up way I found you.
Maybe he was overwhelmed, like I am overwhelmed, by that mysterious intersection where love meets luck, where fate meets will. Because he’d been waiting for her. And there she was.
Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it’s the easiest thing.
Firefly, it is an act of bravery to feel your feelings. Oh, Meg would’ve loved that. It’s an act of bravery to feel your feelings, even if your feelings are telling you to die.
Oh honey, have you learned nothing from these plays? Ain’t such a line between faking and being.
Is this how it is with lies? The first one comes hard, the second one easier, until they slip off your tongue easier than truths – maybe because they are easier than truths.
I realize then that it’s not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.
I’ll keep you here.’ He taps his temple. ‘Where you can’t get lost.
And just in general, I’m better. Better than I’ve been since Bram died, and in some ways better than I was even before that. No, Lulu didn’t break my hear. But I’m beginning to wonder if in some roundabout way, she fixed it.
A journey of 1,000 miles starts with just 10 digits.
A journey of a thousand miles starts with just ten digits.
Sometimes you make choices in life, and sometimes choices make you.
But Dad looked delighted. “My Mia’s singing ‘Waiting for Vengeance’ to my Teddy. What do you think about that?
For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.
Next time I get sick, you can tell that to me. You can be my girl in the mountains.””Okay”, I say.”I’ll be your mountain girl and take care of you.
Pete and Repeat went out in a boat. Pete fell out. Who was saved?
I don’t hate you. I don’t think I ever really did. It was just anger. And once I faced it head-on, once understood it, it dissipated. -Mia
Remember, the opposite of bravery is not cowardice, but conformity.
I didn’t give it much thought back then. I just wanted to get all the words straight and collect my A.
Almost don’t matter. You got to deal with the situation at hand.
It wasn’t even a fight, really. We didn’t shout. We barely even argued, but a snake of tension quietly slithered into our lives.
I don’t really care. I shouldn’t have to care. I shouldn’t have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.
Don’t worry, I plan on living a long time.””Why are you making a bucket list, then?””Because if you wait until you’re really dying, it’s too late.
The talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.
Willem laughs again. The sound is clear and strong as a bell, and it fills me with joy, and it’s like, for the first time in my life, I understand that this is the point of laughter, to spread happiness.
The sound is clear and strong as a bell, and it fills me with joy, and it’s like, for the first time in my life, I understand that this is the point of laughter, to spread happiness.
You must not waste your one day here. When the sun shines, you let it shine on you. Snow is always waiting.
Everyone has hardship in their life. Everyone has pain.
That they will find each other during the play, once more, in the words of Shakespeare.
I’d wish you luck, Willem, but I think you need to stop relying on that
even though I think that Mia and I have enough secrets between the two of us at this point
Sometimes I did feel like I came from a different tribe. I was not like my outgoing, ironic dad or my tough-chick mom. And as if to seal the deal, instead of learning to play electric guitar, I’d gone and chosen the cello.
I’ll be your mess, you be mineThat was the deal that we had signed
…no way through it but through it,” I tell myself.
But seventeen is an inconvenient time to be in love.
Meg invited me to come again, but I always had reasons why I couldn’t: my schedule was busy, bus fare wasn’t cheap. Both of which were true, even if they weren’t the truth.
…I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you’ve built yourself a different one.
Forward momentum. That’s my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.
It’s not that we like sad movies that make us feel like, ‘Oh, my God, what a bummer.’ We like emotionally moving experiences. It’s nothing new. It’s catharsis. It goes back to the Greeks.