I’ve always said it’s better to be hated than it is to be ignored. Maybe on the same lines, it’s better to feel this than to feel nothing.
Every morning I wake up and I tell myself this: It’s just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. I don’t know when exactly I started giving myself this daily pep talk – or why.
There are pictures of Kim and Mia from high school and one of the two of them posing on top of the Empire State Building – a jolting reminder that their relationship wasn’t truncated, they have a history of which I know nothing.
You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn’t the same as being in love... This is being in love. It’s something that never comes off, no matter how much you might want it to.
Almost don’t matter. You got to deal with the situation at hand.
He talks about despair, how it drives in silence.
Allyson sees Willem’s face, his panic, and she knows he is misreading her. But she is helpless to explain right now. Words have left her. She is emotion only.
But then one time, you track down an email address and you’re near a computer with Internet access so you don’t have that nice cushion and you type what you’re feeling and press send before you have a chance to talk yourself out of it. And then you wait, and wait, and wait, and nothing comes back, so all those things you thought were so important to say, really, they weren’t. They weren’t worth saying at all.
Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind. If that’s what dying is like, I wouldn’t mind that at all.
Sophie wondered when was she going to learn that lots of things seem like a good idea but a small amount of analysis might uncover that such seemingly good ideas are, in fact, intrinsically faulty.
There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we’re all your family.
Poetry isn’t math was our battle cry.
The best day of my life was one I never even saw coming.
If you could know going in that twenty-five years of love would break you in the end, would you risk it? Because isn’t it inevitable? When you make such a large withdrawal of happiness, somewhere you’ll have to make an equally large deposit. It all goes back to the universal law of equilibrium.
I’d wish you luck, Willem, but I think you need to stop relying on that.
This place is not about fixing you. It’s about warehousing you while your clueless parents are bilked out of thousands of dollars.
And there was so much noise. A symphony of grinding, a chorus of popping, an aria of exploding, and finally, the sad clapping of hard metal cutting into soft trees.
There are so many ways to live, to define what living means for you and you alone. We are so narrow in our thinking, and once you understand that, once you decide to not abide by these artificial constraints, anything is possible and you are so liberated.
No hay palabras para lo que te ha ocurrido. No hay nada positivo. Pero tienes algo por lo que vivir.
I wasn’t in danger today,” I tell him in a choked voice. “I escaped danger today.” And I did... I feel like the whole day has been an electrical shock, paddles straight to my heart, bringing me out of a lifelong torpor I hadn’t even known I was in. “I escaped,” I repeat.