It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are written. It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are taught, all the loves we have, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live. They are never quite right, they are hardly close to right, these lives we live, one after the other, piled there as history, the waste of the species, the crushing of the light and the way, it's not quite right, it's hardly right at all, he said
[2]
But they lived those extraordinary lives that can never be lived again. && in the living of them, they gave me a history that is more profound, more beautiful, more powerful, more passionate, and ultimately more useful, than the best damn history book I ever read
[3]
"How wonderful to be alive," he thought. "But why does it always hurt?"
[4]
What does she mean to you? Did you know right away--that she was the one? I'll tell you how. You know what it's like to be so much a part of someone that you don't know where they end and you begin. Would you die for her? Then you understand I'm not willing to make any compromises. I'm not willing to watch her suffer and die while the law catches up with science
[5]
You got lost for a while. You've been trying to find a smile. You got stood up, then you fell down, and when you needed, there was no one around. You loved the previews and hate the movie. You scream at the screen, "Something move me," before you start to fade away
[6]
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life. I know you'll be the sun in somebody else's sky
[7]
Yes, that's right, they can't be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can... This is an amendment to the earlier rule. If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted... That doesn't work either, because what happens then is, the person you're involved with can't understand why you need to be friends with the person you're just friends with. Like it means something is missing from the relationship and why do you have to go outside to get it? And when you say "No, no, no it's not true, nothing is missing from the relationship," the person you're involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you're just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let's face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is men and women can't be friends
[8]
My best friend Joanne, her mom was soft, and she smelled like macaroni and cheese, and she'd pick me up on her lap and she would rock me. She said that she wanted to keep me herself. She said that I was good and sweet. Everybody said I was. Do you realize that you've never told me that I'm pretty? Not once in my life
[9]
The Hi-hello-how-are-you?'s.
The I'm-fine-and-you?'s. The slight nod of the head.
The threads that bind you to everyone else. It's coded language for a constant reassurance. "I'm alive. You're alive too."
[10]
What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don't. You open your eyes and everything's just like yesterday, only it's today. And you don't feel eleven at all. You feel like you're still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven. Like some days you might say something stupid, and that's the part of you that's still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama's lap because you're scared, and that's the part of you that's five. And maybe one day when you're all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you're three, and that's okay. That's what I tell Mama when she's sad and needs to cry. Maybe she's feeling three. Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That's how being eleven years old is
my second driving lesson next wednesday :) (for those of you who drive...) how many lessons did you have before you took your test (and passed)?
[1]
"After a time, you would forget. First, you would forget his chin, and then his nose, and after a while, you would struggle to remember the exact color of his eyes, and one day you wake up and, pfft, he's gone: his voice, his
smell, his face. He will have left you. And then you can begin again. "
[ French Kiss ]
[2]
I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking. [ Speak ]
[3]
I still miss you, but not like I did before. The intense aching I felt isn't there anymore. I still whisper your name, though not as often as I used to. Now it may be once before the day is through. I still hear your voice replaying in my mind, but it's fading now. Soon, silence I will find. I still long for you, to feel your touch, but it’s not like before. I don't dream it as much. I still think about you and wonder how you are, but my feelings have changed and they don't go as far. I still feel you sometimes. Maybe you're thinking of me or maybe it's just a little memory of how it used to be. I still love you but it's just not as strong because I’m letting you go now, so we can both move on. You still have a piece of my heart because I always feel you here. Now I’m hoping and praying that that, too, will quickly disappear. This will be my last goodbye; I’ve nothing else to say. Everything I felt for you can now just fade away
[4]
I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire. I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire, but recently the flames are getting out of control.
[5]
I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you, each one a line or two. "I'm fine baby, how are you?" Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough. My words were cold and flat, and you deserve more than that
[6]
Even suburbs would be okay with you between my sheets && the breeze in the window
[7]
I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible
[8]
When I was little, my ambition was to grow up to be a book. Not a writer. People can be killed like ants. Writers are not hard to kill either. But not books. However systematically you try to destroy them, there is always a chance that a copy will survive and continue to enjoy shelf-life in some corner of an out-of-the way library somewhere, in Reykjavik, Valladolid, or Vancouver
[9]
Either he didn't hear or he was ignoring me. Still, I couldn't help picturing the poor fish with a hook in its mouth. Some people argue that fishes can't feel pain, but of course they can. Studies have proven it. Just because you can't see the agony doesn't mean it isn't there
[10]
She says that one of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend that you care about themmore than you really do
don't be angry at lack of updates >.< (still!) i'm so bad...
[1]
Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane
[2]
She sits beside me, real close, and for about the thousandth time, I'm amazed at how she makes me feel. As inconspicuously as possible, I slide my arm around her waist, put my mouth against her ear. "I don't ever want to lose you."
[ Impulse – Ellen Hopkins ]
[3]
I know we'd both like to forget everything that has happened. We’ve become strangers; strangers with a past. Lately, I am realizing that I don't miss you; I miss the way you made me feel
[4]
Let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie
[5]
He stopped. He shrugged and smiled- he was alive for a moment and it was the strangest smile she had ever seen: it held secret amusement, and heartbreak, and an infinite bitterness
[6]
He holds a certain gesture when we love to ask each other, “Do you want it? Do you want me?” I want it. It is you. You are where I want to be
[7]
We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes
I almost forgot about everything, every little detail. But in two seconds of searing blue eyes, I remember everything that we ever did, said, touched... all of it
[2]
It was cold. Your hands were shaking, and I stepped in front of you just to wrap my arms around you as I said,
"Let's pretend winter isn't here." As you buried your head in my shoulder, you said, "Let's pretend the snow isn't the only thing falling fast."
[3]
I’ve been fighting the urge to text him and tell him that I miss him. I don’t want him to know anymore. I wonder if he even misses me at all. It’s easiest when I don’t see him, I won’t deny that. But I just want to be able to see him without it hurting. I don’t want him out of my life forever. I don’t want him to forget me
[4]
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry
[5]
Hello again, seems like forever between now and then.
You look the same.
I mean, you look different,
but you haven't changed
[6]
We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And some people still wonder why some are afraid when they are told they are loved
[7]
Everyone is just a different shade of you
[8]
"So," I said, "when does the enchantment start?" We were sitting side by side, facing the mountains. "It started when the earth was born." Her eyes were closed. Her face was golden in the setting sun. "It never stops. It is...always. It's just here." "So what do we do?" She smiled. "That's the secret. We do nothing."
[ Jerry Spinelli – Stargirl ]
[9]
She looked at him with those eyes that could pierce a soul
&& for the first time in his life he felt fear
[10]
&& once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be,
or lose that person completely. Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you’ve been && remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are
