I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.
I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
We are greater than the sum of our parts.
At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
After all this time, it still seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out - but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it." Chip/Colonel
I go to seek a Great Perhaps. That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.
how will we ever get out, straight and fast, of this labyrinth of suffering?
We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think we are invincible because we are.
I’m just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.
I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts/
Llega un momento en el que nos damos cuenta que nuestros padres no se pueden salvar ellos mismos ni salvarnos a nosotros, que a todos los que navegan por el tiempo, tarde o temprano, la corriente los arrastra hacia el mar, y que, en pocas palabras, t...
She'd obviously read the book many times before, and so she read flawlessly and confidently, and I could hear her smile in the reading of it, and the sound of that smile made me think that maybe I would like novels better if Alaska Young read them to...
Sometimes you loose a battle. But mischief always wins a war.
Te pasas toda la vida atorado en el laberinto, pensando en cómo vas a escapar de ahí un día y que fabuloso será; imaginar ese futuro te mantiene con vida, pero nunca te escapas. Sólo utilizas el futuro para escapar del presente.
Cuando los adultos dicen: “Los adolescentes piensan que son invencibles”, con esa sonrisa mañosa y estúpida en sus rostros, no saben cuán en lo correcto están. Necesitamos no perder nunca la esperanza, porque nunca nos podemos romper de maner...
Creo que somos más grandes que la suma de nuestras partes.
Llega un momento en que nos damos cuenta de que nuestros padres no se pueden salvar a ellos mismos ni salvarnos a nosotros,que a todos los que navegan por el tiempo,tarde o temprano,la corriente los arrastra hacia el mar, y que, en pocas palabras, to...
...and on that thin-mooned night, I could see little more than her silhoutte except for when she smoked, the burning cherry of the cigarette washing her face in pale red light.
