Nothing changes if you don’t take a risk.
I forget myself with you. I forget the rules. I forget every other living soul in this would. Do you understand?
Chubs helped me up, giving me a look that clearly asked, what fresh hell is this?
Nothing like it exists in the English language. It’s Portuguese. Saudade.
No, not missing, I thought. Those kids had been taken, or really were gone forever. Their parents and families were searching for them, posting their pictures, because they wanted them back. Needed them.
On a good day, Chubs was about as threatening as a potted cactus.
I know you don’t want to scare her, but you can’t pretend that her life isn’t going to be hard. It’s not fair.
They let themselves burn when so many of us were afraid to be warmed by the fire.
It also meant it was quiet enough to hear Jude’s panting as he came bursting through the atrium’s doors.
Home is wherever there’s love; that as long as we’re together, we carry it with us. It will grow as we do. It will grow as we bring others in, as we bring the lost ones together again, gather up the embers scattered from the same fire. One day, we will ignite and create a blaze that no one can put out, ignore, hurt. We will move forward as one, and in time, rise like sparks beyond the night.
What was the point of being holed up with someone who didn’t believe in me when I had people out there who did?
This is the thing about pain: it never stays exactly the same. Just when you think you’ve beat an old hurt, or that you’ve finally sent grief packing, it circles back wearing a new, more terrible face.
If they wouldn’t see us as human, we’d make sure they understood we were something more.
In darkness, you only need to see just as far as you headlights extend. As long as you keep going, it is enough.
There’s is this word. Nothing like it exists in the English language. It’s Portuguese. Saudade. Do you know that one? It’s more... there’s no perfect definition. It’s more of an expression of feeling-of terrible sadness. It’s the feeling you get when you realize something you once lost is lost forever, and you can never get it back again.
Mornin’, sunshine!
I had no problem with math. I liked it, actually. It was straightforward in a way nothing else seemed to be in life. There was only one right answer, and usually only one right way to reach it. It had none of those uncertainties of writing and reading, where a single word could change the meaning of a sentence. Math was fine.
We were the goddamn Rainbow Connection. All we needed was a Red to complete the deck.
Sometimes the braver thing is to accept help when you’ve been made to believe you shouldn’t need it.
Power does not transform you, he’d said. It only reveals you.