Even when you're silent, even when you block out all noise, your body is still a cacophony of life.
Cuando tenía catorce años, mi padre me llevó a cazar con él, en Colorado, y maté a un alce. Lo hizo para que supiera lo que es quitar una vida, de modo que no dudara en hacerlo cuando lo necesitara. T...
But death doesn't work like that. It doesn't care if someone loves you, doesn't want you to go. It just takes. It takes and it takes until eventually you have nothing left.
All I had to do was die a little, and you get a new planet!I expected her to laugh, or at least smile. I did not expect her to slap my arm. You stupid idiot! she says, smacking me again. I don't want...
¡Serás idiota! -dice golpeándome de nuevo-. ¿Para qué quiero un planeta si tú no estás?
You always think that drowning is loud. In the movies, if someone drowns they scream, they churn water. Everyone notices a drowning person in movies.Sofia looked down, and I though she was crying, but...
This is... mating, it's not love.
There's a meaning behind blank pages, too.
I just wish I could see myself in me. Orion
I have never desired anything more than him in this moment.
FAILURE IS INEVITABLE. I will fail. We all will. And having failed, and gotten back up, and failed again, taught me that I can survive failure. This is a downfall in most modern stories: the hero alwa...
Even when you're silent, even when you block out all noise, you body is still a cacophony of life.
But, really, grief left a hole in you, and while you healed around the hole, you never didn't have it. A piece of you was gone. You couldn't heal something that wasn't there.
Because I can think of no better way to meet a girl than to see her through the eyes of the story she loves best.
As soon as the words slip past my lips, I wish I could grab them with my hands and crush them in my fists.But I can’t.The words are there.
And there is nothing between us but rain.Then there is nothing between us at all.
And that’s why I’ll never be as good an Eldest as he is. Because I like a little chaos.
When I look at the fields, all I can see is how fake they are, how poor an imitation they are of the pictures of Sol-Earth fields. [...]And that's why I'll never be as good an Eldest as he is.Because...
What if eternity is nothing more than me, alone, in the darkness?
We’re so close we could touch. All it would take is for me to reach out my hand. But neither of us makes a move.