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In the end I think you’ve been doing more than you give yourself credit for.

The premature nostalgia driving him to do this, create some souvenir of what he knows is necessarily temporary.

Can I truly be sure that it was the right thing to do?

A good student, the responsible friend, de facto group project leader and designated driver — people have always offered these assessments with a faint tinge of awe, as though Eli is somehow exceptional for keeping appointments and doing what he said he would.

“And what do you do then?”
“The best I can. That’s all you can do in the end.”

The movies might love lone geniuses tinkering away in their labs, but most of us prefer a little more company than that.

She
thought that pain would have eased over the years, but it hadn’t. It’d only
dulled and become a part of her, stitched deep into her soul.

I’ve no snowballs up my sleeve. Only paper birds.

For family, by blood and by choice. For anyone who survived when the world told them they shouldn’t.

Heedi used to say humans are their own worst enemies. I’m beginning to understand what she meant.

Fear is just a game; you win by playing.
Think this through.

I suppose it's not so easy to change fate.

Was that what she wanted? Freedom at the expense of order?

In a kingdom where time
was eternal, how ironic was it that mine was running out?

I wasn’t a romantic, and no kiss would wake me—unless it was from a tarantula, not a boy.

From the walls to the ceilings, was the color of bone. Or snow, if one was a cheerier-minded sort of person.

If everyone was disappointed in him, surely he would fight harder to prove himself.

To have been forced to face an untimely end was as shocking as it was horrifying; yet there was something altogether more terrible about choosing your own doom.

Beluae
nunquam superarum – may the monsters never get you.

Then maybe one day all will be well again.

These last few months, I had never given up on my brothers. I couldn’t give up on myself now.

The odds of death were high, but not assured.

Does it matter? I asked myself. Does it matter why someone you trust betrays you?

Wise enough to know that the only one to blame for my decisions was me.

He might not deserve that kindness,
but I know he needs it.

We’re mismatched
in all kinds of ways,
yet we found each other
in the ocean of
people on the planet
and became friends.

Standing up for myself is a good thing, right? So why do I feel so mean, so sad?

You can miss someone
even when they’re with you. She forgives him.
My dog’s a better person than me.

Guilt was a truly ugly emotion, Wells had all too often observed,
especially in those who did not need to bear it.