The months fall to shards at my feet.
I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.
I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.
When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.
It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls." "There are always walls." I say.
It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.
I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.
He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift.
Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story.
We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.
Things will get worse before they get better.
We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions
He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.
Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.
Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.
She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.
It isn’t a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in.
So many of the things I've wanted are the things I've been taught to fear.
I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.
I never wanted to live forever," she says. "I just wanted enough time.
Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.
Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?
Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.
Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.
I miss something I never even had.
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