So, this is how it’s become? This is how I’ve become? A walking contradiction? I’m surrounded by people and feel alone. I claim to crave a bit of normalcy but now that I have some, it’s like I don’t know what to do with it, I don’t know how to be a normal person anymore.
Quitting’s not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy.
Concert’ doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.
I remember watching it all and getting the tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.
Mia,” Kim said, an edge of warning in her voice signaling the end of her patience. “You’re starting to act like one of those girls. Do you need to get me a gun?
I don’t know exactly what’s happened to me, and for the first time today, 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.
A veces hay que elegir en la vida, y a veces la vida te elige a ti.
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.
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.
That they will find each other during the play, once more, in the words of Shakespeare.
Yeah, but some things you can’t control, no matter how hard you try.
No estoy segura de que este mundo siga siendo mi sitio. no estoy segura de querer despertarme.
Sickness leading to healing. The truth and its opposite again.
Days like these go on for years. It’s the ones you want to last that slip away – one, two, three – in seconds.
She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. ‘You still have a family,’ she whispers.
It’s a good thing Kerry’s dead, because that funeral would’ve sent him over the edge,” Henry said.
I just think that funerals are a lot like death itself. You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it’s out of your control.
Two oceans between us. And still not enough.
A truth and its opposite are flip sides of the same coin.
Me gustaba tan poco pisar en falso como iniciar a tientas un nuevo movimiento. Por eso practicaba tanto, para encontrarme en terreno seguro y perfeccionar luego los detalles.