She got up , walked around the table, and gave him a lingering hug, running her fingers through the back of his hair. She'd been finding more excuses to hug him lately.What was that for? Dill asked.Because you looked like your heart stepped on a Lego.
~ Jeff Zentner
She's it. She's my everything. She's the standard by which I'll judge beauty for the rest of my life. I'll measure every touch to her breath on my skin. Every voice to her voice. Every mind to her mind. My measure of perfection. The name carved into me. If I could, I would lie with her under these stars until my heart burst.
We are a fallen species, spitting on the gift of salvation. Humanity is irredeemable.
Stick to the key of C, dude. No sharps or flats. More forgiving.
music was the only beautiful thing he owned
How is it every time we're talking about the real world, you manage to bring up fantasy, and every time we're talking about fantasy, you manage to bring up the real world?Travis shrugged. My fantasies are more interesting than the real world and machines and tools are more interesting than you guys' fantasies.
What you call pride, I call courage.
I want you to be careful in this world. My heart is wrapped up in you.
For the most part, you don't hold the people you love in your heart because they rescued you from drowning or pulled you from a burning house. Mostly you hold them in your heart because they save you, in a million quiet and perfect ways, from being alone.
Writing is something that you can learn only by doing. To become a writer, you need an imagination, which you clearly have. You need to read books, which you clearly do. And you need to write, which you don't yet do, but should.
Nothing makes you feel more naked than someone identifying a desire you never knew you possessed.
Wanting to believe something is powerful
That wouldn't be a bad way to die...giving off light for millions of years after you're gone.
There are books stacked high around them - the way opportunity and possibility are stacked around them.
So when I watch trains, it makes me think about how much movement there is in the world. How every train has dozens of cars and every car has hundreds of parts, and all those parts and cars work day after day. And then there are all these other motions. People are born and die. Seasons change. Rivers flow to the sea. Earth circles the sun and the moon circles Earth. Everything whirring and spinning toward something. And I get to be part of it for a little while, the way I get to watch a train for a minute or two, and then it's gone.
