So much of it was like seeing myself on paper,” he whispers. “Like reading all the things I never knew how to say.
I looked up then, searched the sky. When I found the moon, I found God, when I saw the stars, I saw God, when I let myself be inhaled by the vast, expanding universe, I understood God the way Seneca once did– God is everything one sees and everything one does not see.
Sometimes I am so desperate for quiet that I think I might commit murder for a moment of silence. Instead, I shut down incrementally as I’m able.
Her eyes are big and bright and she’s staring at me like she’s just a girl and I’m just a guy and we’re not both just a pair of dumbasses headed directly for the sun.
It’s like the people and places I love are nuts and bolts keeping me upright; without them, I’m just scrap metal.
Finding this,” he says, his voice soft as he pats the cover of my notebook, “was so” – his eyebrows pull together – “it was so extraordinarily painful.” He finally looks at me and he looks like a completely different person. Like he’s trying to solve a tremendously difficult equation. “It was like meeting a friend for the very first time.
Here, between angry and irritable, lies my charming personality. It does not change. You may be grateful that I am consistent, at least, in being boorish.
Fire was her soul, but water was her life; it was all she needed to survive.
Beauty can be a terrifying weapon, if you know how to wield it.
In the end, it was the weight of a single truth that finally broke her: Reader, she had been ungrateful.
You have no idea what I want. I have been in agony for eight months, Alizeh. Do you know how hard it’s been to pretend I don’t know you? To pretend I don’t want you? To act as if I haven’t known every inch of your body in my dreams? To learn that your heart has been entangled elsewhere? I look at you and I can’t breathe. In my mind, you are already mine.
Of course you are. You don’t know it yet, Juliette, but you are a very bad girl,” he says, clutching his heart. “Just my type.
The more I got to know people, the more I realized we were all just a bunch of frightened idiots walking around in the dark, bumping into each other and panicking for no reason at all. So I started turning on a light.
If I ever catch you putting your hands on him again, I will tear open your chest,” she says, “and rip out your heart.
Let them fuel the fire the keeps you striving. Idiots are highly flammable, love. Let them all burn in hell.
What happen to you man?“I whisper. “Where’d you go?” “Hell,“he says. “I’ve finally found hell.
Music seemed to steady me like a second skeleton; I leaned on it when my own bones were too shaken to stand.
I want you to know that I know that and that I see you... I want to give you peace. I want to give you a home. With me.
They form slowly, infinite hands reaching up from their infinite graves to fan the flames of an ancient rage I’ve never really allowed myself to touch.
Whispers travel faster than anyone can control.