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Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?
Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.
I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.
When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a colouring book, with the inside not yet completed.
It wasn’t so much that I was positive. I just wasn’t fully subscribing to such a negative way of thinking anymore.
You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try
I wanted to be somewhere else ... Someplace where the sight of me sobbing would tie me to no one and no one to me.
Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.
How fast were you?" Wes asked me. I said, "Not that fast." "You mean you couldn't... fly?" he said, smiling at me.
Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.
It's a choice, Annabel. And if you make the wrong one, you have only yourself to blame when there are consequences.
So I just decided to relax into it, bumpy and crazy as it might be, and try for once to just go along for the ride.
I don't talk about my books while I'm writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel's about until it's done.
It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.
It's not always easy being her daughter.' I think,' she said, 'sometimes it's hard no matter whose daughter you are.
It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.
If things don't work out the way you want, hold your head up high and be proud. And try again. And again. And again!
It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.
Not for the first time, I wished both of us could just say what we meant. But that, like so much else, was impossible
Oh for God's sake,' Heather said, 'I wish you two would just go out, fail miserably as a couple, and get it over with.
But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.
So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.
We can't expect everybody to be there for us, all at once. So it's a lucky thing that really, all you need is someone.
Sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.
I've always known who I am. I might not work perfectly, or be like them, but that's okay. I know I work in my own way.
During this time we've been apart, it's you I've thought of when I'm at my weakest, and you who have pulled me through.
It's hard to do," I said. Wes looked at me. "What is?" I swallowed, not sure why I'd said this out loud. "Get it right.
It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.
If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.
I just have to be super strong when it comes to my work time. Shut the browser, ignore the email alerts, and just WRITE.
Apologies come in all shapes and sizes. You can give diamonds, candy, flowers, or just your deepest heartfelt sentiment.
There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.
but you could also look at it the other way. Like you’re saying no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.
It was as familiar to me as a song I'd been hearing my whole life, covered by various people but the basic tune the same.
Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.
How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if I fell, at least I wouldn't do it alone.
Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.
I know you guys have some sort of weird thing going on, with that game you play and everything—" "It's called a friendship.
Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.
It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.
It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.
How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.
I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.
Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.
I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.
See for me, it’s immediate. Silence is so freaking loud.' This seemed either deep or deeply oxymoronic. I wasn’t sure which.
If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.
My agent is so totally honest, which is just what every writer needs. She won't let me sell a crappy book, even if I want to.
I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.
I'd chosen instead to just change my route, go miles out of the way, as if avoiding it would make it go away once and for all.