Edge of Never (The Edge Book 1)

by J.A. Redmerski

What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

The truth is, we all have problems; we all go through hardships and pain, and my pain is paradise compared to a lot of people’s and I really have no right to whine at all.

I guess when you just don’t care it kind of makes fear your bitch.

Things always change when someone you love dies. You just can’t prepare yourself for those changes no matter what you do in advance.

“Dad wanted us to be fighters—” He glances over. “Not boxers or actual fighters, though he probably wouldn’t have minded that so much, either. But I mean fighters in general, you know, in life. Metaphorically.”

‘They fear nothing, son,’ he said. ‘And all of their moves are calculated. They move one way and it either works, or it doesn’t, but they learn something from every move, every decision.’

“You dwell on the past, you can’t move forward. Spend too much time planning for the future and you just push yourself backwards, or you stay stagnant in the same place all your life.”

“Live in the moment,” he says as if making a serious point, “where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you’ll get wherever it is you’re going a lot faster and with less bumps in the road along the way.”

“Just because one person’s problem is less traumatic than another’s doesn’t mean they’re required to hurt less.”

“I don’t think you ever really fall out of love with someone,” I say and see a flicker of thought move through her eyes. “I think when you fall in love, like true love, it’s love for life. All the rest is just experience and delusions.”

“It’s better to shun emotion than to fall for it and let it make you its bitch—and since nothing lasts forever, in the end everything that was once good, always hurts like hell.”

The heart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.

Coincidence is just the conformist term for fate.