This girl. She’s all I see.
It’s strange how you can know something – know the pointy, sharp truth – but still want to bend and blunt the edges so it fits better in your mind.
I shrug. You’re a part of me, Olivia. Anything that involves you is always about us.
Perry listened to the surf as their tempers drifted toward him, carrying disbelief and anxiousness and outrage. The silent roar of the Tides.
How does it feel to be almost the best? It’s a bit like not being good enough at all, isn’t it?
For you. For us. I choose you. Above everything else, I choose you.
Imaging a world without fear. Was that possible? If there was no fear, how could there be comfort? Or courage?
Then he glanced at Roar, who waited on the dock. Maverick had never heard him speak a word. He’d only seen Roar stare vacantly at the water, or at the sky. “You know, you could do a lot better than him, ladybug.” Aria shook her head. “No. I couldn’t.
And you’re right. I am hurt. But I’m not afraid to admit it.
Find your heading, your Still Blue, and get there. I know you can.
She could have lived every minute she’d had with him better. She should have always spoken the best words she could to him.
You can’t be miserable when you’re running. It’s such a simple and pure way to feel alive.
People are imperfect, but that doesn’t mean they spoil like milk.
Everyone feels lost and low. It’s how a person acts that makes them different.
People who try to be nice are false. They’re liars. You should never force your behavior to be a certain way. You should just be. Maybe it’s not going to be nice, but at least it’ll be honest.
An oath is a promise-and a promise can be made regardless of feeling.
And it’s always better, isn’t it, when you discover answers on your own?
Try to sleep. Tomorrow’s coming, whether we worry about it or not.
There is no way forward that isn’t through pain.
We have to tell each other the little things, the bad things. Maybe they’ll hurt for a while, but at least they won’t become big things. If we don’t, we’re just going to keep hurting each other. And I don’t want to do that anymore.
Fear is dangerous. It sparks violence much faster than anger.