We can all be beautiful girls.
But against love, the case was solid. Easily argued. And you could, indeed, hold it in your hand.
It’s hard to be nice when the rest of the world is so mean.
I told you, everyone understands a quest.
As he heard me approach, he quickly leaped up, grabbing a nearby loaf of bread and holding it in front of him as if struck by a sudden desire to make a sandwich.
Hey, and for what it’s worth? Friends don’t leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.
With total strangers, it had always been my policy to expect the worst. Usually they-and those that you knew best, for that matter-did not disappoint.
Family isnt about blood relationships, its about the meaning behind them. I relize now that sharing chromosoms is not the only way to having a family, its about the friendship behind it.
So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn’t even budge.
The only trick was never giving more that you were willing to lose.
There’s just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.
Like I, of all people, didn’t know better than to lead a total stranger to the point where they could hurt me most, knowing how easily they’d be able to find their way back to it.
When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well.
This was just one night, one chance to vary and see where it took me. The fireflies were probably already out: maybe it wasn’t just a season or a time but a whole world I’d forgotten. I’d never know until I stepped out into it. So I did.
If you’re not getting hurt, you’re not riding hard enough.
As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I’d been having, which I couldn’t remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.
It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.
We all have one idea of what the color blue is, but pressed to describe it specifically, there are so many ways: the ocean, lapis lazuli, the sky, someone’s eyes. Our definitions are as different as we are ourselves.
He was the closest thing I’d ever had to something, or someone, that mattered. But in the end, close didn’t count. You were either in, or you weren’t.
But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.