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When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.
I push the thought away. Promises are priceless, and a kiss is a kind of promise, too.
“Sometimes you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time and what happens is nobody’s fault. You just want to feel bad so you’ll feel better.”
“Don’t decide how you feel about something before you try it.”
It was simple. It was complex. It was savage; it was elegant. It was a dance; it was a war. It was finite and eternal. It was life.
You’re not the only one who’s lost everything. That someone else suffered the ultimate loss. All for my sake, the cretin who must be reminded, again, that she’s not the only one. Life is full of little ironies, but it’s also pockmarked with some the size of that big rock in Australia.
I wondered if he was aware of how he said her name. Quietly, like a prayer.
damn dearest darling beloved 😔💔
“You know what he told me? Well, more like promised. He promised he would empty me. He would empty me and fill me up with hate. But he broke that promise. He didn’t fill me with hate. He filled me with hope.”
No hope without faith, no faith without hope, no love without trust, no trust without love. Remove one and the entire human house of cards collapses.
You never know when the truth will come home. You can’t choose the time. The time chooses you.
“You can’t miss what you don’t remember,”
If you wanted to separate humans from their humanity, I thought, killing laughter would be a good place to start. I was never very good at history, but I was pretty sure douchebags like Hitler didn’t laugh very much.
Sometimes you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time and what happens is nobody’s fault.
And in a lot of ways, it still doesn’t make sense. You think you know yourself. You think you know the person you see in the mirror. I found you, but in finding you, I lost myself. Nothing was clear anymore. Nothing was simple.”
but even the most open person has a private, sacred place where no one else may go.
Defending his father even in death. People die; love endures.
“Because love is irrational,” I tell Vosch. “It doesn’t follow rules. Not even its own rules. Love is the one thing in the universe that’s unpredictable.”
