They were so close to the situation that it was difficult to tell whether or not they were the situation.
The memory became only a briefly noted thought, analytical rather than emotional.
Hey! Didn’t you hear me? Don’t do anything stupid. It ate my deer thing.
Declan was tired of managing secrets. There was nothing brilliant about dreaming for the one left awake.
Adam and Ronan lurked in the hall, eavesdropping, too cowardly to face Calla’s wrath.
And this was how it started: Nose up to the light. Meet the driver’s eyes. Shut off the air-co to give the car a few extra horsepower. Rev the engine. Smile like danger.
Dream me the world. Something new for every night.” Gansey said.
She was dreaming. It was dark. Her eyes didn’t get used to it; her heart did.
He was the sort of boy who didn’t necessarily believe everything, but wanted to.
The thing about Ronan Lynch was that he wouldn’t – or couldn’t – express himself with words. So every emotion had to be spelled out in some other way.
Imagine putting those sad things in the boxes and imagine taping it up with brain tape. And imagine pushing them into the side of your brain, where you won’t trip over them when you’re thinking normally, and then toss a blanket over the top.
Or maybe I should just not love anyone or anything! That makes it the easiest, really, because then I’ll never get let down! I will build a tower for my heart!
Not being able to kiss someone was a lot like being poor. She tried not to dwell on the things she couldn’t have.
The hard fact of friendship is that you need to make time for new friends by first stripping out the people who are using your energy in an unsatisfying way. You have to take that risk of being friendless to make room in your life for others who will be your new best friends.
Sitting in the empty classroom and listening to the faraway sounds of noisy students in the cafeteria, I was reminded of feeling sick in class and being sent to the school nurse. The nurse’s office had that same muffled sense of distance, like a satellite to the loud planet that was the school.
They never really lived like you’re thinking of life. It’s not a soul that’s animating them. Take away the dreamer and...
Many thieves. One Greywaren.
Graduation breathes on us, redneck lady,” he said. “Now is the time to make sure we have the strings to all the balloons we want to keep before they all float away.
Please kiss that girl a million times.
Henry was aware he had a great vocabulary. It was not the same thing as having the words you needed to express yourself... sounding like you were saying what you felt was not the same as actually pulling it off.