She felt a cage coming down around her; too late she realized that he had her trapped by the heart. And like any unwilling animal that was well and truly caught, she could escape only by leaving a piece of herself behind.
And that was the greatest heartbreak of all- no matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint. As it turns out, kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through.
When feeling came back, in a storm of color and force and sensation, the most you could do was hold on to the person beside you and hope you could weather it. Alex closed her eyes and expected the worst-but it wasn't a bad thing; it was just a different thing. A messier one, more complicated one. She hesitated, and then she kissed Patrick back, willing to concede that you might have to lose control before you could find what you'd been missing.
If we don't change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going.
She stared at Peter, and she realized that in that one moment, when she hadn't been thinking, she knew exactly what he'd felt as he moved through the school with his backpack and his guns. Every kid in this school played a role: jock, brain, beauty, freak. All Peter had done was what they all secretly dreamed of: be someone, even for just nineteen minutes, who nobody else was allowed to judge.
As Lacy waited for her turn to speak on Peter's behalf, she thought back to the first time she realized she could hate her own child.
When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
She suddenly remembered studying the brain in science class- how a steel rod pierced a man's skull, and he opened his mouth to speak Portuguese, a language he'd never studied. Maybe it would be like this, now, for Josie. Maybe her native tongue, from here on in, would be a string of lies.
But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?
When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.
If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost?
Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts...
Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
When you're hurting deeply, you go inward.
Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?
Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.
Cuando eres adolescente no eres intocable. Eres estúpido.
You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missing.
It reminded Lacy of running into someone you hadn't seen for a while, and finding her bald and missing her eyebrows: you knew she was in the throes of chemotherapy, but pretended you didn't, because it was easier that way for both of you.
The first question she was asked was What do you do? as if that were enough to define you. Nobody ever asked you who you really were, because that changed. You might be a judge or a mother or a dreamer. You might be a loner or a visionary or a pessimist. You might be the victim, and you might be the bully. You could be the parent, and also the child. You might wond one day and heal the next.
Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?
It struck Lacy that she didn't really know what color a chameleon was before it started changing
There was a difference between people looking at you because they wanted to be like you, and people looking at you because your misfortune brought them one rung higher.
Doctors put a wall up between themselves and their patients; nurses broke it down.
Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again?
They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here?
Everyone knew that if you divided reality by expectation, you got a happiness quotient. But when you invert the equation - expectation divided by reality - you didn't get the opposite of happiness. What you got, Lewis realized, was hope.
One person's trauma is another's loss of innocence.
To be truly popular, it has to look like something you are, when in reality, it's what you make yourself.
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