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Trying hard but failing. Because, in the end, we all fail. We all sink to the bottom, no matter how many times someone tries to pull us back to the surface.
The end is the end no matter when it happens. Waiting only makes it hurt more.
And when you hold on to things too tightly, they just rot in your grip.
That the lost be found. That the soul be free. That life be everlasting.”
nowhere is an actual place,
They want me to be something because something is better than nothing. I disagree. We all end up as nothing in the end anyway.
“But it hurts her.” “Only a little. And everything that makes us happy will eventually hurt us,” Grover counters.
That’s what I always liked about swimming. The way I could get lost in the rhythm.
“Archery is about precision and patience.” Hayes blinks slowly. “Kind of like life. We breathe in and aim. Then we breathe out and release. We take our time. It isn’t about hitting the target so much as the path that leads us to the target. As life would be, after you hit one target, there’s always another one in front of you.”
she wants everything to be long and drawn out because it’s better to have noise than nothing. But you could write a thousand words and it still wouldn’t equal the power of ‘I love you.’”
You can’t prevent life from falling apart. That’s what it does best. It crumbles and withers and wilts until nothing but crumbs and lost pieces are left.
This will never stop. The chair will always break and things will fall apart and I will be left with the rotten pieces of what used to be sitting at my feet. And there is no way to put it back together.
Sometimes silence is needed the most when life is so full of noise.
we don’t have food and water, we can’t feel safe, and if we can’t feel safe then we can’t feel loved, and if we can’t feel loved then we can’t have self-esteem, and if we can’t feel self-esteem then we can never have full self-actualization.
You can’t run away when you’re nowhere to start.
“Because everything is one moment away from dying.”
Sometimes people are lost because they’re too afraid to look at the path. Sometimes people avoid the road for fear of what might be on it. It’s easier to stand in the shadows and watch.
I don’t want to be on the bottom anymore. It’s dark down there. And I don’t want to fight so hard to breathe. Breathing should be easy.
The breeze blows, shaking the leaves on the trees. They sound like whispers in the night.
“What do we have if we don’t have hope?” I ask. Cassie laughs. “Reality.” “But maybe sometimes what we hope for becomes a reality.” “Maybe,” she says.
He leaves me on the end of the dock to fight the odds alone.
the truth is that life isn’t about getting the right answers. It’s about asking the right questions.”
I’m scared I’ll be just like him. That no matter how hard I look, I’ll always be lost.”
“The only guides you will have as we find our way home are the stars in the sky and the light in your soul. But that’s okay. Trust yourself. You may be lost, but trust that you know where you’re going. Trust that you can find yourself even in the darkness.”
And I will always be one moment from sinking, one moment from shattering, one moment from really living. Glass can break, but that doesn’t mean it’s weak. Sometimes the shards are all we get.
I will risk a life with poison to have this moment forever.
“Technically, this moment is all we have if you really think about it. And then it’s gone. Isn’t it weird that everything that’s coming out of my mouth is going directly into the past? Like just a few seconds ago when I said, ‘technically this moment is all we have.’ That is a memory now. And that is a memory now. And that is a memory now.”
It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, like when the sun comes up in the desert and coats the sky like a healing blanket.
Some days I think she doesn’t hate me, too. But then others I think she needs to hate me because it makes her feel better when I don’t give up on her. And that makes me feel good.
His lips lightly press to mine, and we just stay there, floating just below the surface.
She’s holding it like she’s afraid it might blow away in the wind and disappear.
no matter what the situation, we always hope it won’t actually happen.
sometimes hope is the only alternative because the reality is too much.
“There’s never only one key that unlocks a door,
I wish he remembers this for the rest of his life. I wish him a real life for the rest of his life, the ugly and all. Because reality might be ugly, but sometimes we can be broken and beautiful.
This night will never end because for every moment of every day for the rest of my life, I will relive it. It will always sit on the surface, floating.
And then I thought about all the words that we would never say to each other
“If I could reverse time, I would tell Charlie that he’s not alone. I would tell him that even though he felt lost, if he just waited and didn’t give up, he would have found himself.”
Nothing that lives stays whole. Everything eventually breaks.
Life is strange. I don’t know why things happen the way they do. But I do know that living is just that. It’s a verb. An action.
