"And that is when I know… that is when I understand that it’s better to feel the ache inside me like demons scratching at my heart than it is to feel numb, the way a dead body feels when you touch it. It’s better to wait for the beautiful things… to stare at them for as long as they last… to hold on as tight as you can before they disappear. And it might hurt so bad inside… but it’s better to wait for the next beautiful thing than never look for any again."
"You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again"
"Sometimes, you just can’t tell anybody how you really feel. Not because you don’t know why, not because you don’t know your purpose, not because you can’t trust them; but because you can’t find the right words to make them understand."
"You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever."
"I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind."
"It’s amazing. Some people, they just say these small little things, one sentence and it changed the way you feel about them in an instant. Small little words that can hurt you so much or make you fall deeply in love forever. It changes everything, nothing between you is ever really the same again, even if they don’t know it, it still happens."
"I think there is something beautiful in reveling in sadness. The proof is how beautiful sad songs can be. So don’t think being sad is to be avoided. It’s apathy and boredom you want to avoid. But feeling anything is good, I think."
"You say you know love, but you are just reflecting words you hear. No iron in your veins could give you any sense of pain or fear. It’s just another lie, it’s just another calculation. And when the power’s out, we’re just another old sensation. This blood keeps me alive, but what is it that runs through you? Electricity and wires, dictating everything you do. You tell me that you hear me, and all your memories are real. But how do I know you don’t just feel what you’ve been told to feel?"
"You have such an effect on me. when I’m texting you, I feel so confined by my skin. I have to jump around the house, music at the top notch, screaming my lungs out to even try to match what’s going on inside me. If you talk to me that night during dinner I have to consciously bite my cheeks so my parents won’t ask questions about my enormous smile. If you randomly show up without warning, well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have quite a bit of trouble breathing steadily. You make my foot jiggle. you make my heart race. It’s all you."
"But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to not feel those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness."
"Then for an instant, feeling stripped and bare, I teeter on an invisible line suspended between something terrible and something terribly sad."
"Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything? It’s like banging my head on a wall, except at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I’d be able to make myself stop."
"I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty."
"Whatever you cause another to experience, you will one day experience."
