It's more that I'm afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I'm supposed to be… to find my place in the world before I have to leave it. I'm afraid of what I'll miss.
It's more that I'm afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I'm supposed to be… to find my place in the world before I have to leave it. I'm afraid of what I'll miss.
Lena was an introvert. She knew she had trouble connecting with people. She always felt like her looks were fake bait, seeming to offer a bridge to people, which she couldn't easily cross.
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks. The traffic signal that said walk the second you got there, that happened to every person in the course of a day.
Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.
Maybe, sometimes, it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what.
My butt has specific requirements for pants.
Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.
She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn't have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?
She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.
Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.
She was sad about what happened to Kostos. And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not.
Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.
The rules took a while to sort out. Lena and Carmen wanted to focus on friendship-type rules, stuff about keeping in touch with one another over the summer, and making sure the Pants kept moving from one girl to the next. Tibby preferred to focus on random things you could and couldn't do in the Pants --- like picking your nose.
I always interpret coincidences as little clues to our destiny
There was a mysterious chasm between this island and the greater world, just like there was between old and young, ancient and new.
I like that you let yourself be surprised
Time is what keeps things from happening all at once.
I'm sorry you asked me out, otherwise maybe I could have liked you.
Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.
I'm afraid of time. I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself.
Wear them, they will make you brave.
It was funny to hear her voice aloud. Her thoughts and perceptions usually existed so deep inside her, they rarely made it to the surface without a deliberate effort.
You know what the secret is? It's so simple. We love one another. We're nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? - Carmen
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