The flyers lift and sigh in unison, like a thousand people waving white handkerchiefs, a thousand people waving good-bye.
It’s funny, isn’t it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.
And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
Hearts are fragile things. That’s why you have to be so careful.
Most people don’t want to be saved. Besides, if you keep bailing everybody out, they’ll never learn to paddle on their own.
I know that the whole point – the only point – is to find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.
I’d rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I’d rather die loving Alex than live without him.
I guess that’s what saying good-bye is always like – like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you’re in the air, there’s nothing you can do but let go.
So many things become beautiful when you really look.
A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.
You have to go forward: It’s the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal law.
Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.
Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.
I’d rather die my way than live yours.
And it’s the funniest thing: as soon as I see it, the whistling in my ears stops and the feeling of terror drains away, and I realize this whole time I haven’t been falling at all. I’ve been floating.
We all need mantras, I guess – stories we tell ourselves to keep us going.
Love obeys no laws other than its own.
This is the first day of my new beginning. From now on I’m going to do things right. I’m going to be a different person, a good person. I’m going to be the kind of person who would be remembered well, not just remembered.
I’ve learned to get really good at this – say one thing when I’m thinking about something else, act like I’m listening when I’m not, pretend to be calm and happy when I’m really freaking out. It’s one of the skills you perfect as you get older.