You never really find answers, just new and deeper questions.
I know that oblivion is inevitable, and the sun will swallow the earth and I am in love with you Hazel grace.
The reading quieted his brain a little. Without Katherine and without the Theorem and without his hopes of mattering, he had very little. But he always had books. Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.
Every loss is unprecedented. You can’t ever know someone else’s hurt, not really...
Not to sound like a jerk, but Jane isn’t really my type. Her hair’s kinda disastrously curly and she mostly hangs out with guys. My type’s a little girlier. And honestly, I don’t even like my type of girl that much, let alone other types. Not that I’m asexual or something – I just find Romance Drama unbearable.
Not that Colin intended to take any action against the peace and dignity of pigship. In the extremely unlikely event that he even came across a hog, he figured, he’d allow it to study devilment in peace. Which was how he justified not mentioning the hog hunt to his parents during their nightly phone conversation. He wasn’t really going on a hunt anyway. He was going for a stroll through the woods. With a gun.
I am drenched in that feeling at the moment.
It was so much easier to talk to him in the dark, looking at the same sky instead of at each other. It felt like we didn’t have bodies, like we were just voices talking.
You can’t just make me different and then leave,” I said out loud to her. “Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was fine with just me and last words and school friends, and you can’t just make me different and then die.” For she had embodied the Great Perhaps-she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind a minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.
We started talking to each other like people who used to be close-catching each other up on our lives rather than living them together.
I always wondered what he saw in that, in the split-apart sky.
But is it love, or just something we don’t have a word for?
The term chronic pain captures nothing of the grinding, constant, ceaseless, inescapable hurt. And the term crazy arrives at us with none of the terror and worry you live with. Nor do either of those terms connote the courage people in such pains exemplify, which is why I’d ask you to frame your mental health around a word other than crazy.
Excessive abdominal noise is an uncommon, but not unprecedented, presenting symptoms of infection with the bacteria Clostridium difficile, which can be fatal.
When adults say, ” teenagers think they are invincible,” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never to be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.
I’m such a billionaire without the billions, Holmesy. I have the soul of a private jet owner, and the life of a public transportation rider. It’s a real tragedy.
Everyone always celebrates the easy attractiveness of green or blue eyes, but there was a depth to Davis’s brown eyes that you just don’t get from lighter colors, and the way he looked at me made me feel like there was something worthwhile in the brown of my eyes, too.
You can live a good life without ever knowing real love, of the Corinthians variety, but I was fortunate to have found it with Harold. He was a sixteen-year-old Toyota Corolla.
Augustus Waters-style, I read him the letter of lieu of saying hello.
It’s a slightly creepy delight to see you.