- there was still something of the girl about her. (x)
- they spend a lot of time in transit, he thinks, but nothing changes the fact that for all the distance they travel, the two of them never seem to gain any ground. (x)
- maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart. (x)
- i sleep. i dream. i make up things that i would never say. i say them very quietly. (x)
- the bluish ghost of sadness, who finds its way into the beds of lonely humans again and again... (x)
- that's what reality is. everyone has to live with it. that's what it means to become an adult. (x)
- it felt odd, a weird loneliness like being left behind by the world. (x)
- here's a rule for living: pick something you want to do. even if you don't love it right away, just pick something to love. then fall head over heels for it. work at it. obsess over it. spend every waking moment thinking about it. carry it around your neck and take it to work and then take it home. sleep with it and dream with it and let it transform you. love until you're out of love, until your body can't anything else, and then -- when it's all over and when it's all gone -- never regret a second of it. (x)
- in the end, all that matters isn't that you saved everyone... but that whenever they looked back and tried to remember you, all they see is your smile. (x)
- until he feels less like he's losing control. until he feels less like he's falling in love. (x)
- something’s bubbling up to the surface in your heart, but you don’t know what it is. you dislike feeling you’re not in control of your emotions. that’s not discomfort, but a flutter. i like you. (x)
- he always looks like he's about to smash the laws of physics right in front of you (x)
- i love the way people change when they wear make up. how everything can be accented or smoothed away. i think i love the idea that transformation is an easy, fluid thing, and it's something you can take off at the end of the day. (x)
- if we are the sum of our experiences, we can never be anything less than whole. (x)
- i want you to sigh your secrets into my mouth. (x)
- nothing kills a conversation faster than “i’m fine,” and some nights i wonder how many deaths we’re responsible for. (x)
- but contrary to popular belief, time does not heal all wounds. time buries all wounds. and sometimes burying them is enough. (x)
- and you’re just who you are, a human being, five-foot-ten-encroaching-on-eleven, brown hair, brown eyes, brain, heart, lungs, stomach, liver, kidneys, skin, muscle, bone. (x)
- love is two people meeting and two people breaking up, but a farewell isn’t always fair. (x)
- she gives easy smiles... and even though he doesn't want to be, he is a little bit taken with her. (x)
- they will hook me up to a polygraph and ask me if I love you and I will say no but the needle will jump and sputter exactly how you laugh. (x)
- give me my romeo; and, when he shall die,/ take him and cut him out in little stars,/ and he will make the face of heaven so fine/ that all the world will be in love with night/ and pay no worship to the garish sun. (x)
- the most important things are the hardest to say. they are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. but it's more than that, isn't it? the most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. and you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. that's the worst, i think. when the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear. (x)
- i have written you down, now you will live forever and the all world will read you and you will live forever in eyes not yet created, on tongues that are not born. i have written you down, now you will live forever. your body lies upon the sheets of paper and words so sweet. i can't say the words so i wrote you into my verse. now you'll live through the ages, i can feel your pulse in the pages. (x)
- the gods envy us. they envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. you will never be lovelier than you are now. we will never be here again. (x)
- happiness is the only thing you can give without having.
- And [he] had never wanted anything to do with love or romance or crushes or emotion in general, but his eyesight worked just fine and [the other] was so ridiculously bright, it hurt his eyes to look at him for too long. (x)
oct 30 2013 ∞
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