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Deep down, you see, I long to be arcane, esoteric. I would love to confound people with their own language.
That's the question, isn't it?" you said one night. "Does death bring freedom, or is it the end of freedom?
I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.
It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.
It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.
Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.
Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.
If you let the world in, you open yourself up to the world. Even if the world doesn't know that you're there.
I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.
You made me lose my appetite, Boomer." "My mom tells me that all the time. Your family must be just like mine!
When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.
tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.
Dispel, v. It was the way you said, “I have something to tell you.” I could feel the magic drain from the room.
I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart.
Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it’s a game, I know I’m going to lose.
I was attempting to write the story of my life. It wasn't so much about plot. It was much more about character.
It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.
Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together
Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.
There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.
no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.
When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.
Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.
Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.
You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.
There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.
You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.
How amazing it is that friendships can become so full that you can't imagine what your life was like before them.
I want my own books to have their own shelves," you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together.
And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.
I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.
Ted is smart and good-looking, but he doesn't use it to good effect, like a rich person that never gives to charity.
But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.
I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.
Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.
I guess it's a choice we make," she said. "What's a choice?" I asked. And she said, "How much of the world we let in.
I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.
What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.
I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.
Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.
You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.
The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed.
We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.
She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.
Someday your prince will come," I assure him. "And the first thing I'm going to say to him is, 'What took you so long?
It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.
me giving my mom romantic advice is kind of like a goldfish giving a snail advice on how to fly.” -Will Grayson (pg. 66)
apparel, n.: There are times I don’t mind doing the laundry, because folding your clothes reminds me of the shape of you.
You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.
Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?