More than most, I know the pain of surviving.
I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.
I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.
Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.
If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.
I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.
Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.
Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.
My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.
Sometimes I miss the old me.
Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.
You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.
People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.
We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.
After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.
I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.
There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.
Love can make us do dreadful things.
Don’t let them see you weak.
Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.
People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had
My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.
Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.
Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.
I sighed. 'It's hard. You're the only one who listens to what I have to say.' Longshot dropped a gentle, comforting arm around my shoulders. 'Then speak louder, girl. Don't let them put out your spark.
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