Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.
You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.
The word friends doesn't seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of us starts and the other one stops.
Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or at least you reshape yourself to encompass them.
Life isn't just fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. -William Goldman
I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.
He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.
But there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and you figured you would just keep on feeling miserable.
Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want to stop, but they would be embarrassed, and neither would know what to say. They would go their separate ways. Who knew? Maybe that happened every day to people who'd once loved each other.
She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.
Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.
She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew.
She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.
I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.
He could lose himself in her forever, he thought.
I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.
At the worst possible moment, the most painful, darkest moment when you can't take it anymore and you are afraid, that is when a feeling of peace and comfort will come over you, and it's like nothing you've ever felt.
A lot of friendship is about practice, that’s something I’ve learned as I’ve gotten older. It’s not simply some spiritual soul-bond of memories and longings, it’s really about having coffee every week, or talking on the phone every day or every other day - whatever suits you.
She wanted him to notice her so much.
I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.
How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?
Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile
But it was smell that carried memory.
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the itch tag at the back of your collar- that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.
How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up?" Eudoxia's expression grew more serious. "That's what you're doing anyway, my dear.
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