We might not have months or years, but we have moments. Thousands upon thousands of them. Let's take each moment, seize it and wring it dry.
My world had been fading to gray until she burst in like a bombshell of color and light.
Sterben, das hatte ich gelernt, war kein Mannschaftssport. Es war ein einsames Unterfangen. Alle, die ich liebte, standen am trockenen Ufer, während ich allein in einem Boot saß, das sich langsam von der Küste entfernte, und niemand konnte etwas tun. Sie konnten nur dabei zusehen.
Dying, I learned, is a not a team sport. It's a solitary endeavor. Everyone I loved was standing on dry land, while I was alone on a boat as it slowly pulled away from the shore, and there's nothing anyone could do about it but watch it happen.
We had to go full tilt, just like the card players did. I would hit instead of stay. Always.
I kissed Jonah Fletcher with all of my heart, and with every piece of my soul that would love him forever.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They are in each other all along.
You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.
That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.
You can find beauty everywhere, even in the things that scare you the most.
I didn't know it then - I couldn't have - but in that moment, the rest of my life, or what was left of it, began.
