Because I think that by beauty, you don't just mean something that's pretty. You mean something that makes us human.
If beauty is truth, and truth is beauty, they are defined by each other, so how do we know the meaning of either?
[...] He plays the guitar so well, you wouldn't believe it. But he doesn't have a band. And he doesn't try really hard to get one. He mostly plays alone in his room instead. That's what Kristen says. I think he does this for the same reason Hannah do...
It seemed everyone knew their place in it, but I was in the mood where I would rather be alone and look a houseplants.
I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.
All of a sudden we were out of the lot and on the highway next to the mountains, flying. I put my hand out the window, and then I put my head out. I felt my hair blow behind me and the air rush into me, and I forgot for a moment to worry about how I ...
I know I could have saved your ashes to put into the ocean, but I wanted you to have the journey, all the way with the currents, to the open sea. And I know that when I finally get to see the waves washing on the shore, to hear them, I will feel you ...
How could she just leave me here to live without her? I miss her so much. I love her. I want her to grow up and become who she was meant to be. I wanted her to grow up with me.
But no one else can save you, not really. Not from yourself.
Because of love, of course. The more you love something, the harder it is to lose.
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Christmas and the others can end up making you sad, because you know you should be happy. But on Halloween you get to become anything that you want to be
No puedes estar seguro de cómo va a resultar, incluso si lo haces todo bien. Las cosas se vuelven en tu contra, la vida lo hace.
You learned right away that applause sounds like love.
I think Hannah must be afraid like I get afraid, the way I did when I heard the river, the way I do when I don't even know what the shadow is, but I feel it breathing.
What’s left of what your body was —once the girl with bare shoulder blades , giggling, once the girl galloping an imaginary horse, once the girl sleeping in her sequined red dress— was now ash in a jar. Grains of bone. But then, I knew it wasn�...
