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A lot can change between planning something and actually doing it. But maybe all that really matters is that anything is different at all.
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Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.
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In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.
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What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?
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Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.
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Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.
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When I was in high school, I was always really envious of those girls who seemed to have everything: the perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. It wasn't until I was older that I realized that nobody's life is perfect, and that those girls probably had a lot of the same problems I did.
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I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it
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You're not the kind of person who smiles for nothing, Colie. I have to earn every one.
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But I think, personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might no be forever?
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Together, we looked down at the tiny house, the sole thing on this vast, flat surface. Like the only person living on the moon. It could be either lonely or peaceful, depending on how you looked at it. "It's a start," I said.
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I wondered if it was really because he cared about me, or if now I was just another challenge.
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I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.
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So I learned another system: When in doubt, keep it out – out of earshot, out of the house – even if this meant, really, just keeping it in.
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Your mother won a special reward," she told me, "because everyone had a head in her pictures. We all applauded.
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All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this.
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None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.
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But when you're alone in the world, really alone, you have no choice but to be open to suggestions.
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How fast were you?" Wes asked me. I said, "Not that fast." "You mean you couldn't... fly?" he said, smiling at me.
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When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a coloring book, with the inside not yet completed. All the standard features were there. but the colors, the zigzags and plaids, the bits and pieces that made up me, Halley, weren't yet in place. Scarlett's vibrant reds and golds helped some, but I was still waiting.
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It's still a memory worth having, even if it's not exactly what you imagined.
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As for me, I was just trying to get it right, whatever that means. But now I finally felt I was on my way. Everyone had a forever, but given a choice, this would be mine. The one that began in this moment, with Wes, in a kiss that took my breath away, then gave it back - leaving meastounded, amazed and most of all, alive.
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So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.
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I don't lie." "You don't lie," I repeated. "That's what I said." "Ever." "Nope." Sure you don't, I thought.