The pain wants to eat me away. I wish I could have one without the other, but that's the problem with being alive. You don't usually get to choose the measure of suffering or the degree of joy you have.
They both have in common their conviction that they are still learning, still growing, when in fact they have long ago lost that ability.
She's right. We would compose poems about love and tell stories that have been heard in some form before. But it would be our first time feeling and telling.
We need you." "I'm sorry, but I can't let that keep me here anymore.
And I do not know how I can feel this much pain and survive, and at the same time know how much I have to live.
It could have been different," I say, almost under my breath. If I'd kissed Indie again after she kissed me. If I hadn't known Cassia before I met Indie. "But it's not," Indie says, and she's right.
Some people think the stars must look closer from up here. They don't. When you're up here, you realize how distant they really are--how impossible to reach.
Until now, I've never been able to see while I fly, and I feel a dizzying lightness as I look out at the land below us. this The stars have come to the earth, and the ocean has turned over the ground; dark waves meet the sky. They are unmoving, barel...
Inside me are the real things that give me strength—my thoughts, the small stones of my own choosing. They tumble in my mind, some polished from frequent turning, some new and rough, some that cut.
I'm so tired. Once, I wanted to watch the floods coming into a canyon, to stand on the edge and see it happen, on ground that was safe but shaking. I thought, Now I think it might be a terrifying, bright relief to stand on the canyon floor and see th...
