Wing Jones Quotes

“She’s got a laugh you wish you could bottle up and wear like perfume whenever you’re feeling sad because it would always cheer you up.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“But my happiness is a squishy kind of happiness, squeezing itself in where it can fit, pushing around all the sadness and the stress and the pressure, finding any empty spot, any crevice, and filling it. Don’t mind me, it says. I won’t bother anyone. I know this is a room for sadness, but I just need a little corner. I try to kick it out, because it isn’t welcome here, it didn’t even come wearing black, but it won’t go. It’s a stubborn guest. One that I secretly want to stay.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“Then he smiles at me and it’s like I’ve been living in darkness and now there is light.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“Another wish, a secret one, flutters by, and it has Aaron’s name on it. I watch it for a moment, fluttering, floating, and then I grab it tight and crush it before anyone else can see it. I can feel the remnants of the mothy wish wings on my skin.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“I know that when you’re happy, you shine. And I love it when you laugh, I love the sound, and I feel it.” He sits back and gestures with his hands around his chest. He does feel my feather giggles.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“So I do what I do best. I keep quiet.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“A dark, cold feeling is spreading through me like frost on a windshield on a winter morning.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“A color that doesn't have a word yet, and I love it.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“I feel like it might take over, like I might drown in my wanting. Like I’ll be nothing but want. Like I won’t be able to think about anything or do anything but just want him.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“As the bathroom door slams behind me and I step outside, I feel the sun burning away my invisible scars, scorching me clean.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“It filled my heart to see him.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“I love how his lashes curl up. How dark his eyes are. I want to dive into them and swim as far as I can and then dive deeper and never come back up.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“These aren’t the kind of tears that give you a sense of relief or wash the pain away. These tears hurt. Each and every one has made the perilous journey from my heart to my eyes. I feel like with every tear I’m losing a little bit more of who I thought my brother was, but I can’t stop them. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“He's everywhere, Wing. Everything I do makes me think of him. And the thing is, I don't want to make new memories without him. I want to hold onto everything that makes me think of him.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“They've disappeared somewhere I can't follow.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“The word dead echoed in the room. It ricocheted around all the corners. It stopped and whispered in all our ears and then it screamed in our faces and then it went out the door before we could stop it.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“I wonder what it feels like. To be so fast you can get away whenever you want and to be so sure of yourself that you don't care who is watching.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“I didn't know it was possible for a heart to break so many times and in so many ways.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“Aaron is watching me with so much hope shining out of his eyes I’m surprised it isn’t blinding me.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“I thought I was dreaming,” he says, his voice raspy with sleep. I love the sound. I want to take it and make a scarf out of it, so I can wrap it around myself and rub my face against it, soft and scratchy. Familiar and warm.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“You’re the girl?” he says with a sneer. I don’t give him the satisfaction of a reply; instead, I narrow my eyes just a tiny bit more and wish that I could shoot acid out of them that would melt a man.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“Do I distract him? I wonder what I do to his bones. What I do to his heart.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“I don’t know if my heart is gonna be able to take it. Between being broken over Marcus and pumping so fast to keep up with me when I’m running and now all this wanting. It isn’t fair to my poor heart. It just isn’t fair.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“Good night,” I whisper, only opening my lips a fraction, worried that if I say anything else, the words, those three traitorous words, will come bounding out and ruin everything.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“The best I can do for my poor heart is to press myself even closer to him and hope my heart will hear his, and that will calm it.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“Wing,” he breathes, like a wish, like a prayer, and it’s as if it is my heart’s name and not my own because my heart flutters in my chest, desperate to get out to fly to him.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“He shakes his head, laughing softly, his bumblebee laughter surrounding me.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“She’s still smiling, but her eyes are suspiciously overbright. A familiar cloud follows her words, a big dark cloud I know all too well but don’t want around on my birthday. Maybe that makes me selfish.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“I swallow and try to keep my imagination from playing roulette with all the things he could say.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones

“My heart starts beating beating beating, so fast I’m sure it will pop out and fall to the floor for everyone to see and stomp on.”
― Katherine Webber, Wing Jones