He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift.
No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.
When we were first married, I thought he must have been the most heartless, hateful man I'd ever known, but he was just as much a prisonor as I was. Where Vaughn imprisoned me with walls, he imprisoned his son with ignorance.
Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.
So many of the things I've wanted are the things I've been taught to fear.
On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.
Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.
Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.
She's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.
I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up
I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.
And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open.
Fate,' I said, 'Is a theif.
I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.
I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.
I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum." "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes. "Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.
Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.
Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.
Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.
His three wives are huddled together on the bare mattress, one of them dying; when we're together, we form an alliance he can't touch. He's scared to even try.
Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.
Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.
I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.
Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.
I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.
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