That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.
At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.
that while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.
I think teenagers bring a lot of intellectual sophistication. They're wrestling with big questions. It's just that, a lot of times they do that separately from adults.
I love you present tense,â€ I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, â€œItâ€™s okay, Gus. Itâ€™s okay. It is. Itâ€™s okay, you hear me?â€ I hadâ€”and haveâ€”absolutely no confidence that he could hear me. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. â€œOkay,â€ I said. â€œOkay
At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice.
All else being equal, past officeholders ought to have an advantage, but all things are rarely equal.
Take a picture of this so Isaac can see it when they invent robot eyes.
Cold,â€ he said, pressing a finger to my pale wrist. â€œNot cold so much as underoxygenated,â€ I said. â€œI love it when you talk medical to me,â€ he said. He stood, and pulled me up with him, and did not let go of my hand until we reached the stairs.
There's a stark difference between the words 'prodigy' and 'genius.' Prodigies can very quickly learn what other people have already figured out; geniuses discover that which no one has ever previously discovered. Prodigies learn; geniuses do.
At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.
I couldnâ€™t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the couches and watching themâ€”it was a kind of sad I didnâ€™t mind, and so I just listened, letting all the happiness and the sadness of this ending swirl around in me, each sharpening the other. For
My regret was immediate and permanent and useless.
Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.
... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.
And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees - breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; it's someth
Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something. He kept thinking about one word - forever - and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage.
Iâ€™m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.
I fear your faith has been mis- placedâ€”but then, faith usually is.
That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.
[My] interest as a writer is not in reflecting actual human speech, which, of course, does not occur in sentences and is totally undiagrammable...My interest is in trying to reflect the reality of experience-how we feel when we talk to each other, how we feel when we're engaging with questions that
The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.
I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another wellâ€”but never quite perfectly, you know?
Need is never a good basis for any relationship.
He knew he couldn't tell stories, that he always included extraneous details & tangents that interested only him.
Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.
I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.
I kept thinking there were two kinds of adults: There were...miserable creatures who scoured the earth in search of something to hurt. And then there were people like my parents, who walked around zombically, doing whatever they had to do to keep walking around.
You're awfully philosophical for a girl that just got busted.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.