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"Can I take back that nice stuff I said about you?"
"You can try. You'll be unsuccessful, but you can still try."
"Communication is too easy in the modern world. It is a curse as well as a convenience," Kalona said.
He had grown up with parents who told him he could be whatever he wanted to be, that if he wanted to be an astronaut or a pilot or a florist or an actor, then he could do that. They told him he was brilliant at everything he turned his hand to, that they were proud of him every single day. That´s what parents were supposed to do, and he had always taken it for granted that all children had that, but clearly Darcy hadn´t.
"I´ve seen the sort of person you are, kind, compassionate, fiery. You´re friendly and warm. You´ve made friends in the last few days, which is more than I´ve done since I´ve been here. You don´t have trouble connecting with people, but I think you held yourself back because you knew these men weren´t right for you. The right man would wait for you to be ready to sleep with him, not get angry because you made him wait. The right man would make your first time special, not pound away at you when you´re lying there scared to death. And the right man would be patient enough to work through the barriers you´ve made to protect yourself, even if that meant pulling your walls down slowly brick by brick because they can see that girl on the other side is worth the wait."
"You have this soft natural beauty that just shines from you. You don´t need anything to make you sexier than you alredy are."
"You have nothing to prove to them. You haven´t let them down, they´ve let you down by making you feel inadequate, as if how you choose to live your life isn´t good enough for them. If I ever have children, I would make sure they knew how proud of them I was, no matter which path they chose."
Fuck me. God does exist and he sent an angel in a white Mustang to prov it.
I only meant to make sure the guy would keep his distance, not sprint for Alaska.
Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.
"You know, you can always be our far-far guard and stay behind with that thing," I told him.
"Mm,I´ve had enough." He dropped the cigarette and stamped it out, leaving it behind, I hated that almost as much as him smoking in the first place.
Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I´d learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something.
I'd felt stuck for a long time, leaving a past I wanted to forget and headed toward a future I didn't want.
I felt something that I'd never felt before. It was a feeling beyond happiness and very close to sadness. A feeling so powerful it would have to fade soon or I'd burst. I felt this way because I was with Gabe.
I make a mental note to ditch the makeup tomorrow.
Then I get mad at myself for letting some boy that I just met dictate what I do with my own face.
Then I get mad at myself for getting mad at myself and remember that I, too, prefer the natural look
I know I should let go, but it never really leaves me. Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened.