That's when you realize that most of it-life, the relentless mechanism of existing-isn't about you. It doesn't include you at all. It will thrust onward even after you've jumped the edge. Even after you're dead.
Lauren Oliverwilling me to understand: that
people should be sacrificed to causes, that beauty can be built on the backs of the dead.
Most things, even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city might begin with a tremble, a breath. Music begins with a vibration . . . And God created the whole universe from an atom no bigger than a thought.
Lauren OliverSomething aches at the very core of me, something ancient and deep and stronger than words: the filament that joins each of us to the root of existence, that ancient thing unfurling and resisting and grappling, desperately, for a foothold, a way to stay here, breathe, keep going.
Lauren OliverSon las pasiones las que nos vuelven estúpidos animales
Lauren OliverPerhaps this was how the sparrows did it too; perhaps they were looking so hard at the peaks and tips of the new rooftops coated with dew, and the vast new horizon, that they only forgot that they did not know how to fly until they were already in midair.
Lauren Oliver...los libros prohibidos son mucho más que eso. Algunos de ellos son redes; puedes ir siguiendo un camino, tanteando sus hilos con las manos, hasta llegar a rincones oscuros y extraños. Otros son globos que vuelan por el cielo dando bandazos: inalcanzables y totalmente ajenos, pero es bello mirarlos.Y algunos de ellos, los mejores, son puertas.
Lauren OliverEso es lo que hace el odio. Te alimenta y al mismo tiempo te va pudriendo.
Lauren Oliveramazingly, i'd actually forgotten that i'm supposed to be plain. i'm so used to alex telling me i'm beautiful. i'm so used to feeling beautiful around him. a hollow opens up in my chest. this is what life will be like without him: everything will become ordinary again. i'll become ordinary again.
Lauren Oliveri press my hands against his chest, wishing i could somehow be even closer to him. i hate skin; i hate bones and bodies. i want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.
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