A woman so strong she burns heaven and drenches hell.
A woman so strong she burns heaven and drenches hell.
Because you simply cannot draw things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
I didn't know whether to trust Alaska, and I'd certainly had enough of her unpredictability - cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next. I preferred the Colonel: At least when he was cranky, he had a reason.
I'd rather wonder than get answers I couldn't live with.
Most loves don't last. But some do.
The nature of the labyrinth, I scribbled into my spiral notebook, and the way out of it. This teacher rocked. I hated discussion classes. I hated talking, and I hated listening to everyone else stumble on their words and try to phrase things in the vaguest possible way so they wouldn't sound dumb, and I hated how it was all just a game of trying to figure out what the teacher wanted to hear and then saying it. I'm in class, so teach me.
When she fucked up, all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she collapsed into the enigma of herself. And that could have happened to me, but I saw where it led for her. So I still believe in the Great Perhaps, and I can believe in it in spite of having lost her.
As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.
I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies.
It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them. The light rushes out and floods in.
Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.
The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.
When you leave a place, it's best to leave.
But in AIA, Anna decides that being a person with cancer who starts a cancer charity is a bit narcissistic, so she starts a charity called The Anna Foundation for People with cancer Who Want to Cure Cholera.
I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I didn't want to see his parents sink to their knees in the dew-wet grass and moan in pain....
I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.
My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.
Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.
What a slut time is. She screws everybody.
After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.
Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that i was not lost, but home.
I do love you and what else matters but that
If drunk were cookies, I'd be Famous Amos
Muhammad brought the promise that anyone could find fulfillment and everlasting life through allegiance to the one true God. The Buddah held out hope that the suffering could be transcended. Jesus brought the message that even the last shall be first, that even the tax collectors and lepers - the outcasts - had cause for hope. And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope.
The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.
When you stop wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you stop suffering when they do.
Before any of it could make sense, it had to be heard.
I didn't need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.
It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.
People are different when you can smell them and look up close, you know?
The town was paper, but the memories were not.
You can learn a lot about government from donkey balls.
Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.
I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.
I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.
Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.
Sometimes it seems the universe wants to be noticed.
The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed: It was past eight thirty and still light.
When surprised and excited and innocent Gus emerged from Grand Gesture Metaphorically Inclined Augustus, I literally could not resist.
Alaska decided to go help Dolores with dinner. She said that it was sexist to leave the cooking to the women, but better to have good sexist food than crappy boy-prepared food.
Boys are much more likely to objectify girls bodies, while boys are seen by girls as whole people.
I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve only for dental work and my father.
If people were like rain, I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Ninety-nine percent of the time, your parents never have to know, though. The school doesn't want your parents to think you became a fuckup here any more than you want your parents think you're a fuckup.
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
Why don't we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that's not an easy thing to do.
Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt
I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.
It's all very dramatic and everything, but so what? I didn't know the guy. People I don't know die all the damned time.
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