He’d given me his heart a long time ago – and now I was giving it back, not because I didn’t want it. But because I wanted to share it. With him. Forever. – Kiersten.
She was out the door maybe five feet before she turned around one last time. They always did. They always would. I waved. She flipped me off. She might as well have kissed me.
My mom was actually so concerned with my chocolate addiction when I was little that she had to repeatedly tell me that if a nice young man or woman offered me candy I had to scream at the top of my lungs.
To want someone so desperately that you would sacrifice anything, actual human lives, possibly your own soul, to have it.
She’d eat with us. She’d want for nothing. It was the least I could do after what I was about to make her endure.
Hell, my parents forgot my birthday, yet threw a freaking party for the family Chihuahua.
Amazing how death sneaks up on a person, how it changes even the shell of the body, making the person unrecognizable, maybe it’s the fact that the soul’s finally releasing its tendrils around the human heart, maybe it’s the soul that gives up first and realizes that this was never the plan, to live with sickness – but to live free from it.
It was like finding someone and immediately having inside jokes, reading their mind and knowing their thoughts without even trying.
My body is giving up. But my soul is a fighter, so when I leave this earth, I want you to remember that even though my body’s broken, gone, dust, my soul’s free.
Lincoln Greene didn’t look at me like a puzzle that needed to be solved in order for us to be friends. He didn’t try to fix the pieces. He simply accepted them for what they were. Screwed up. It was as if he saw the fear, hurt, anger – the ugly – and accepted me anyway.
And said something that I’d been dying to hear for the past six years since my mom’s death. “She would be so proud of you.
Your voice is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
Life is scary as hell, but I’d rather believe you were spared for a reason, maybe so that on your eighteenth birthday you could make a stupid, spoiled, Hollywood actor give up his heart and fall in love.
When love finds you, true love, it doesn’t give you the chance to say no, and you realize that you would rather suffer the rest of your life with your decisions than suffer without it.
Which is almost worse. Because at least when you’re sad you can mourn. Sadness you can battle. But anger? Anger we just justify until we’re miserable as hell.
Will you please move into my apartment and share this amazingly comfortable ten-thousand-dollar bed with me?
I finally understand what love is. It isn’t rainbows and butterflies. It isn’t always pretty. Sometimes it’s jagged like broken glass, and sometimes it hurts. But love, the type of love that’s real – the love Demetri has shown me – it’s selfless, it’s persistent. Real love pushes your boundaries, it pulls until you snap, and then when you think you can’t take anymore, it’s.
You realize that when I asked you to move in with me, it’s with full knowledge that together we’re going to figure out how to get your dad the best care he needs, right?
Olivia couldn’t keep her eyes off Colin. All I wanted to do was throw myself around him and shout at her, “Yeah, that’s right! This ones taken. You even sneak to him, I’ll break your nose!
Honey, a father never wants to outlive his kids. This” – he took a deep breath – “is the easy part. Living? That will always be the hardest thing you will ever do. It hurts like hell, it’s full of bumps down every road, and you’ll take wrong turns, but it’s a blessing to have the chance to fail in the first place, am I right?