It's not how you die. It's who you die.
It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do.
It's that there's some people in this world who you can just love and love no matter what.
It’s a song soldiers in England used to sing to the tune of the New Year’s song, Auld Lang Syne. It goes, We’re here because we’re here because we’re here because we’re here.
I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.
Je pense que j'taime
Just before you went into the ICU, I started to feel this ache in my hip. No, I said. Panic rolled in, pulled me under. He nodded. So I went in for a PET scan. He stopped. He yanked the cigarette out...
La seule chose qui craint plus que de mourir d'un cancer à seize ans, c'est d'avoir un gosse qui meurt d'un cancer.
Like Rabe'a, I didn't think people should believe in God because of heaven and hell. But I didn't feel a need to run around with a torch. You can't burn down a made-up place.
Like any good teacher, she tolerated little dissension. She smoked and talked and ate for an hour without stopping, and I scribbled in my notebook as the muddy waters of tangents and cosines began to...
Like the way the sun is right now, with the long shadows, and that kind of bright, soft light you get when the sun isn't quite setting? That's the light that makes everything better, everything pretti...
Listen, kid. This is what happens: Somebody-girl usually-got a free spirit, doesn't get on too good with her parents. These kids, they're like tied-down helium balloons. They strain against the string...
Llegara un tiempo, cuando todos nosotros estemos muertos. Todos nosotros. Llegara un tiempo cuando no quedaran más seres humanos para recordar que alguna vez existimos o que nuestra especie alguna vez...
Llegará un día en que todos nosotros estaremos muertos dije. Todos nosotros. Llegará un día en que no quedará un ser humano que recuerde que alguna vez existió alguien o que alguna vez nuestra especie...
Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.
May I see you again? he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice. I smiled. Sure.Tomorrow? he asked.Patience, grasshopper, I counseled. You don't want to seem overeager. Right, that's wh...
Maybe you are what you can't not be.
Me: Touch the cave wall.Computer: You touch the cave wall. It is moist.Isaac: Lick the cave wall.Computer: I do not understand. Repeat?Me: Hump the moist cave wall.Computer: You attempt to jump. You h...
My head was level with hers as we stared at each other from opposite sides of the glass. I don't remember how it ended - if I went to bed or she did. In my memory, it doesn't end. We just stay there,...
My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.
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