He looked at you like you were the brightest planet in the galaxy.
The universe was good because he was in it.
Here is something I love about Gat: he is so enthusiastic, so relentlessly interested in the world, that he has trouble imagining the possibility that other people will be bored by what he’s saying. Even when they tell him outright. But also, he doesn’t like to let us off easy. He wants to make us think – even when we don’t feel like thinking.
I think an inspirational quote can get you through hard times.
We looked at the sky. So many stars, it seemed like a celebration, a grand, illicit party the galaxy was holding after the humans had been put to bed.
I love the idea of the big life – the life that matters, the life that makes a difference. The life where stuff happens, where people take action. The opposite of the life where the girl can’t even speak to the boy she likes; the opposite of the life where the friends aren’t even good friends, and lots of days are wasted away feeling bored and kind of okay, like nothing matters much.
Things are messed up in the world, that’s all.
Suffer. You could say it means endure, but that’s not exactly right.
I see it for what is is, now. It is a house built on ashes. Ashes of the life Granddad shared with Gran, ashes of the maple from which the tire swing flew, ashes of the old Victorian house with the porch and the hammock. The new house is built on the grave of all the trophies and symbols of the family: the New Yorker cartoons, the taxidermy, the embroidered pillows, the family portraits.
I suffer migraines. I do not suffer fools. I like a twist of meaning. I endure.
He had that hungry mind, constantly turning things over, looking not for answers but for understanding.
A part of me died,” he says. “And it was the best part.
For Gat with everything, everything. Cady.
It all seems so sad, so unbearably sad for a second, to think of the lovely old maple with the swing. We never told the tree how much we loved it. We never gave it a name, never did anything for it.
I will prove myself strong when they think I am sick. I will prove myself brave when they think I am weak -Cady Sinclair.
It is good to be loved, even though it will not last.
I lie there and wait, and remind myself over and over that it doesn’t last forever. That there will be another day and after that, yet another day. One of those days, I’ll get up and eat breakfast and feel okay.
Be normal, now. Right now. Because you are. Because you can be.
Yes, it’s true that I fell in love with someone and that he died, along with the two other people I loved best in this world. That has been the main thing to know about me, the only thing about me for a very long time, although I didn’t know it myself. But there must be more to know. There will be more.
You remind us that we’re selfish bastards. You’re not one of us, that way.