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.
I would believe; you would believe; he or she would believe.
She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.
We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth
At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.
I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life..
I must talk, and you must listen, for we are engaged here in the most important pursuit in history: the search for meaning. What is the nature of being a person? What is the best way to go about being a person? How did we come to be, and what will be...
It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes -Miles "Pudge
I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.
Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning she haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory...
I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only...
I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?
Because you simply cannot draw these things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.
I don't understand why you're so obsessed with figuring out everything that happens here, like we have to unravel every mystery.
Night falls fast. Today is in the past.
... going out late at night and laying in the dewy field and reading a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.
At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry...
There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow - that, in short, we are all going.
If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricaine
