Y todo me parece absurdo, arbitrario. Una se eleva y la otra cae en picado: pura casualidad, un capricho del azar. Todo se reduce a estar en el momento y el lugar adecuados, o no estarlo.
Funny how people could be around you for so many years, and be so off the mark.
So much between us went unsaid; that is the danger, and beauty, of life without the cure. There is always wilderness and tangle, and the path is never clear.
I’d rather die on my own terms than live on theirs.
Soy capaz, me atrevo y voy a hacerlo.
Otra cosa que merece la pena recordar: la esperanza nos mantiene vivos. Incluso cuando estamos muertos, nos mantiene vivos.
Like there is no continuit in people at all.
It was the final, explosive demonstration of summer, the line in the sand, a desperate attempt to hold fall forever at bay. But autumn nibbled the blue sky with its teeth, tore off chunks of the sun, smudged out that heavy veil of meat-smelling smoke.
Take down the walls. That is, after all, the whole point. You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through to the other side, don’t know whether it will bring freedom or ruin, resolution or chaos. It might paradise, or destruction. Take down the walls.
Freedom is exhausting.
But it’s not about knowing. It is simply about going forward. The cureds want to know; we have chosen faith instead.
Here’s the last thing that occurs to me as Sarah recedes in the rearview mirror, slamming out of the car, jogging across the parking lot: If you’re one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.
Thing that don’t matter when you’ve lived the same day.
He who jumps may fall, but he may also fly.
You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist.
He gives my hand a quick squeeze, surprising me- there are somethings, I guess, that come naturally, even if you’ve never done them before.
They are like to plants that have grown around each other- they strangle and squeeze and support at the same time.
I run for I don’t know how long. Hours, maybe, or days. Alex told me to run. So I run.
My mother had soft hands that smelled like soap, and a smile like the first bit of sunlight creeping over a trimmed lawn.
Rage will make you careless.