I know I’ll miss it forever, but I also know that I can’t give into that. As much as I’ve always loved Canaan and loved you, I want my life to go forward even if it hurts. And I’ve decided I have to reach for what I want even if my hands are trembling from fear. I’m sorry, Ellis, but I’m not coming home.
We don’t know where Millie went, and we don’t know if we’ll see her again, but there’s no reason not to hope. We don’t know the answers, and maybe that’s a nice thing.
I guess people are right when they say that time helps grief. I don’t agree that it heals, but maybe it wraps our losses up deeper and deeper inside so we can get on with being alive.
It seemed, when all was said and done, that all souls were a little wild, in some way or another.
That is what all creatures great and small are made of. Leftover stardust. An atom exploded, and all the dust became the planets, the stars... and us. That’s all anything amounts to.
She actually liked the idea that she might be made out of stars.
I just love crazy people like this,′ Murphy said. ‘Jack Kerouac people. Mad to live, mad to die, that kind of thing.
And to Tiger Lily he suddenly, inexplicably, seemed older than her, and wiser, and the thought hit her hard that it wasn’t fair, because she’d suffered, and there he was, looking like he knew so much more than she ever would.
Of all the things Tiger Lily had thought she might have to be for Peter – strong, brave; to be big and to keep up – she had never thought that the one thing he wanted most from her was simply to show that she believed in him, always and without fail. For Peter, who feared losing so much, this was a great comfort indeed.
You love me,” she said. “That’s enough. We love each other.” “Yes. Yes, that’s true.” He smiled. “We are a love story.
Faeries can be unfailingly loyal, even, apparently, to someone who doesn’t seem to notice them. And I felt loyal to the girl with the crow feather in her hair.
If there was a true moment that Tiger Lily fell so in love with Peter she could never turn back, it was that night, when he shivered and walked and told her he was warm, and told her he loves her so much.
The moment slipped away, but because it wasn’t perfect, it was the most perfect one she could remember having.
It never occurred to me before, but there could have easily been a world with no buses, no horns honking, no red lights, no shopping carts, no gum stick to the bottom of benches downtown. For that matter I guess there also could have been no sun, no trees, and no ocean. None of those things had to exist, I guess. It makes me feel lucky that they do.
The universe gets more disorderly all the time.
So many stars are popping out above us it seems you could almost dip your fingers up there and come out with a handful of stars.
May wished more than anything that she could show them both how much she loved them. She felt very sorry. Her whole heart was sorry for everything she had ever done to worry them. She closed her eyes and tried to send her love all the way to Earth. She didn’t know if it could travel that far.
West Virginia was mysterious and it liked to keep to itself. It hid in the folds of mountains, resting in the cool shade. It was sweet, beautiful, and bashful. Its woods held its secrets or at least it seemed that way to May.
But you’ll be back. I know you will. You won’t be able to let us go now.
She felt as bevy as a sack of beans. But then, a sack of beans never got embarrassed or did stupid balloon in front of other sacks of beans or forgot to lock the bathroom door. Come to think of it, life was easy for all the beans of the world. Being a sack of them wouldn’t be so bad.