Something is happening. I sense a change in the wind…a mutual understanding of each other. I haven’t felt this way in forever.
Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?
I want to try making things right because picking up the pieces is way better than leaving them the way they are.
Makin' mistakes ain't a crime, you know. What's the use of having a reputation if you can't ruin it every now and then?
I get that. For you, it’s more than following a bunch of rules—no sex, no booze, no swear words, pray every night and twice on Sunday.
I wanna explore your body. I wanna kiss my way up and down it all night long.
Camus and Henry waved to me from that muddy truck. They both wanted me to get over myself. So, this was me, getting over myself. And it was about time.
I wash myself clean of guilt, of pain, of fear, of emotion. I am the ocean. I am empty. I am nothing.
Because the perfect moment can never be improved, and should be remembered, cherished, just the way it was. Like every moment I spend in your arms.
Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.
I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else.
Tell me to stop, Aby, and I will...It will be the hardest thing I'll ever do, but if you don't want this, now would be the time to tell me.
One of my friends at the Compound has a photographic memory. Everything she ever sees, reads, or hears, she remembers forever in perfect detail.
You figured that the only way I'd be happy is if I did the things you thought would be best for me.
the soul mate doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship. Sometimes in life, you meet people when you need them, and there is an immediate connection.
Suffering so someone else didn't have to suffer. Sacrificing your body for someone else's well being.
People die, and everything they've ever said just echoes around and around. There's nothing new. Only the same nonsense from their lives.
You can’t be afraid. You can be sad if you like. You can be angry. But it’s the fear that’ll freeze you in place.
And so that means..." "We have to rob the Henley," Simon said. Kat sank onto a truly uncomfortable sofa. "Again.
And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation.
A home without a cat — and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat — may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?
