There are some losses we never get over.
We leave Pippa behind, standing in the dark, teeming bowels of the camp, while the sun begins to stain the sky electric, and from all sides the guns draw closer.
And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched pavement, we might as well be a hundred thousand miles apart.
If Cassie was invalidated because she caught the disease, or because Fred suspected her of it, I can only imagine what he will do to me and to my family if he discovers that the cure did not work perfectly.
He was still in love with you, anyway.
I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind – by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.
You must hurt, or be hurt.
For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I’m not certain of anything anymore. I don’t know what will happen –.
Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie.
Amor deliria nervosa isn’t a disease of love. It’s a disease of selfishness.
It’s a miracle I was able to get out of the house today. It’s a miracle I’m even wearing pants, a double miracle I remembered to wear shoes.
I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust – and also to make you feel so whole?
Maybe, the hope said. Maybe.
Amazing how hope lives. Without air or water, with hardly anything at all to nurture it.
We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.
I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.
Now I’d rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.
I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.
You came form different starts and you’ll come to different ends.
Human beings, in their natural state, are unpredictable, erratic, and unhappy. It is only once their animal instincts are controlled that they can be responsible, dependable, and content.