I don’t think there are any true heroes. Just people who ignore their survival instincts long enough to do something incredibly foolhardy.
But who cares if my name goes down in history, if no one remembers who I really am?
I just want someone who holds on. Someone who won’t ever let me go, whatever tries to tear us apart. Is that too much to ask?
I’ve got the half-real fear that creeps up on you in the middle of the night, making you think that there is a monster in your room.
I love you. In every life, I love you. I love you so much.
There’s no finish line you need to cross to have lived a worthy life, Lowrie. You don’t need to achieve anything if you don’t want to.
He started a brief staring contest, which was apparently his new method of persuading her to agree to his point of view without the hassle of actually yelling.
Is no life at all better than the constant fear and fight for survival I face every day? I don’t know. If a life of fear isn’t worth living, then why should I carry on? It’s not possible to be more afraid than I am right now.
I can remember thinking I’d been turned inside out. Kind of like the first time I saw you.
Matthew hereby declares that Katherine Galloway is retroactively responsible for all embarrassing and painful incidents that have occurred in his life to date. Including, but not limited to, that time he broke his own nose with a tennis racket in eighth grade. KATHERINE’S FAULT.
We live in the quiet at the end of the world. The slow winding-down clockwork motions before life stops completely. Time is slipping through our fingers.