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I am as silent as death. Do this: Go to your bedroom. Your nice, safe, warm bedroom that is not a glass coffin behind a morgue door. Lie down on your bed not made of ice. Stick your fingers in your ears. Do you hear that? The pulse of life from your heart, the slow in-and-out from your lungs? Even when you are silent, even when you block out all noise, your body is still a cacophony of life. Mine is not. It is the silence that drives me mad. The silence that drives the nightmares to me. Because what if I am dead? How can someone without a beating heart, without breathing lungs live like I do? I must be dead. And this is my greatest fear: After 301 years, when they pull my glass coffin from this morgue, and they let my body thaw like chicken meat on the kitchen counter, I will be just like I am now. I will spend all of eternity trapped in my dead body. There is nothing beyond this. I will be locked within myself forever. And I want to scream. I want to throw open my eyes wake up and not be alone with myself anymore, but I can't. I can't.
Beth Revis
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I will never, never be the same. I have seen stars. Real stars.
Beth Revis
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And I know without being told that she killed herself. And I totally understand why.
Beth Revis
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What matters right now is this: we're each of us standing here, together, alive, together.
Beth Revis
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I can get closer.
Beth Revis
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This is... mating, it's not love.
Beth Revis
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I would use the same word to describe both my joy and the rain: torrential. This—this—this is all I ever wanted from the world: wide-open spaces and cooling rain and the chance to run.
Beth Revis
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Maybe I'm reading too much into this. It's probably nothing. But I've had "nothing" for too long, and I'm ready for something. Anything.
Beth Revis
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You can burn fear away after every nightmare you've ever had comes true.
Beth Revis
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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.
Beth Revis
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There's a meaning behind blank pages, too.
Beth Revis
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A few months ago, I would have thrown this book down in disgust and walked away—maybe even returned home, where the only books I knew reminded me of my father. But now… My fingers wrapped around the spine of the book. Now I was willing to try anything.
Beth Revis
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Remember that time I punched you in front of my father’s grave?” I ask in a sentimental voice.
Beth Revis
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It’s not selfish to be yourself and pursue your dreams.
Beth Revis
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I can't be the kind of leader you want me to. I will never, ever be the kind of leader you want me to be. And I will be better because of it.
Beth Revis
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I can think of no better way to meet a girl than to see her through the eyes of the story she loves best.
Beth Revis
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I realize the simple truth is that power isn’t control at all- power is strength, and giving that strength to others. A leader isn’t someone who forces others to make him stronger; a leader is someone willing to give his strength to others so that they may have the strength to stand on their own.
Beth Revis
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It Will be better to die quickly with only the taste of freedom on our lips than to live long lives pretending not to see the walls that imprison us.
Beth Revis
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The three hardest parts of writing a novel are writing the beginning, the middle, and the end.
Beth Revis
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It was to apologize, and apologizing means he remembers what happened, and that means being trapped in a nightmare that’s already come true.
Beth Revis
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I saw Death itself. It was a feral thing, made of smoke and shadow. It was hollow and empty. And hungry. Starving.
Beth Revis
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But Harley has always been this way, for as long as I've known him: he thinks ignorance is the best way to protect someone, and he doesn't understand that what we imagine is often worse than the truth.
Beth Revis
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Maybe the secret of the stars has nothing to do with being alone.
Beth Revis
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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 I like a little chaos.
Beth Revis
