Someone shouts, Enough! and I think too much and nothing at all.
Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.
Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with fligh...
Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.
Sometimes pain is for the greater good.
Sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it's not real.
Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
What? I ask.I'm developing a theory.And it is?She picks up her hamburger, grins, and says, That you have a death wish.
Somewhere inside me is a merciful, forgiving person. Somewhere there is a girl who tries to understand what people are going through, who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads...
Uriah drops his tray next to me. It is loaded with beef stew and chocolate cake. I stare at the cake pile.There was cake? I say, looking at my own plate, which is more sensibly stocked than Uriah’s.Ye...
THE SERUM WEARS off five hours later, when the sun is just beginning to set. Tobias shut me in my room for the rest of the day, checking on me every hour. This time when he comes in, I am sitting on t...
Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.
That is death - shifting from is to was.
The first step to loving someone else is to recognize the evil in ourselves, so we can forgive them.
The floor is solid metal in some places and metal grating in others. Everything smells like rotting garbage and fire.Don't say I never took you anywhere nice, Peter says.Wouldn't dream of it, I say.
The goal of my life isn't just... to be happy.'Wouldn't it be easier if it was, though?
Yeah, sometimes life really sucks, she says. But you know what I'm holding on for?I raise my eyebrows.She raises hers, too, mimicking me.The moments that don't suck, she says. The trick is to notice t...
The theory is that if you spill all your secrets, you'll have no desire to lie about anything, ever again. Like the worst about you is already in the open, so why not just be honest?
The truth has a way of changing people's plans.
Then everyone can call you Six.Four and Six, I say.
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