You shouldn’t- you should never forget. But part of surviving is being able to move on.
It was amazing how small you could feel when someone wouldn’t so much as look at you.
You want to know the real reason they never let us touch or talk to each other if they could help it? It made us strong. If you have people who love you, you can fall back on them when you’re afraid.
It’s been so long since anything really went my way that I can’t really remember what “easy” feels like anymore – maybe like breathing without inhaling the ash of the world burning around you.
Sometimes we don’t know what we’re looking for until we find it.
It’s not weakness to require help, or a protector.
I flew in on a cloud and came blitzing down from the heavens like a bolt of lightning on this kid.
She was protected. She cared so deep for him that he seemed to live like a second heart inside her. She wanted him, and he wanted her. To hell with forever. This moment was theirs, and she’d steal it if she had to.
If you consider yourself to be an artist, then be an artist.
A soft heart only makes it easier for a knife to slip in.
You are your abilities and they are you. I can’t put it to you more plainly.
It took me a while to understand that when you don’t like someone, nothing they can say or do will ever seem right. Something as harmless as giving a kid a cookie becomes something aggressive, a challenge to their authority.
Some people came into the world and never once looked up to see the lives around them – they were so focused on what they wanted, what they needed. No one else mattered to them. They disconnected from sympathy and pity and guilt. Some people came into the world as monsters. I understood that now.
It’s hard to put into words. Those things-those memories-are mine, you know? They’re the things that the camp didn’t take away when I went in, and they’re the things I don’t have to share if I don’t want to... And I want to talk about everything with you. Everything. But I don’t know what to tell you about Caledonia,” he said.“I don’t know what I can tell you that won’t make you hate me.
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow for blow.
Of course. My girl? She’s incredible.
Hard exteriors could hide soft hearts, a chosen family could be more important than a blood one... and even the safest of places could be made into a trap.
I want to feel every ounce of pain and happiness life can serve up, because it’ll mean I’ve survived. It’ll mean I’m alive.
I see it in colors,” I said. “A deep blue, fading into golds and reds – like fire on a horizon. Afterlight. It’s a sky that wants you to guess if the sun is about to rise or set.
Home isn’t four walls, it’s the people you’re with.