Because I think you're right. You can make a difference." He told me experiences were kind of like fate, and fate usually came in the form of a test. He told me fate liked to be worshiped. It liked to see us fall on out knees before it offered to help us up..." ♥
Lauren OliverStichwörter: life inspiration fate determination delirium lena-holoway pandemonium requiem
I start to follow her, and Alex grabs my hand.
"I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again."
I don't trust myself to speak. Instead I nod, hoping that he understands me. He squeezes my hand.
"Go," he says.
Stichwörter: love freedom trust requiem
it occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him--his past, his role in the resistance, what his life was like in the Wilds, before he came to Portland, and I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.
Lauren OliverStichwörter: chances alex lena longing-for-death requiem
They couldn’t have known that even this was a lie—that we never really choose, not entirely. We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, and then step forward again, and then step forward again; suddenly we find ourselves on a road we haven’t chosen at all.
But maybe happiness isn’t in the choosing. Maybe it’s in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.
Stichwörter: happiness choosing alex julian requiem lena-haloway
I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?
Lauren OliverStichwörter: lena hana requiem lena-haloway halena hana-tate
Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn't have to patch and repatch until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow. But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosions of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?
Lauren OliverStichwörter: alex requiem delirium-3-5 delirium-trilogy
For a minute he stands there, looking at me, and I can tell that he knows why I'm crying, and he understands, and it's going to be all right. He opens his arms to me.
"Come here," he says quietly.
I can't move to him fast enough. I practically fall into him. He catches me and pulls me in tightly to his chest, and I let myself go again, let sobs run through me. He stands there with me and murmurs into my hair and kisses the top of my head and lets me cry over losing another boy, a boy I loved better.
Stichwörter: julian lena lauren-oliver requiem
Adalara, gemilerin binde bir uğradığı, insan ayağının binde bir bastığı adalara benzer Ece Ayhan. Bir de Ortaçağ kalelerine, şatolarına, o surlar, hendekler, kuleler, mazgallar, asma köprülerle çevrili, nerden ve nasıl gidileceği belli olmayan, bu yüzden de yanına pek yaklaşılmayan ancak karşıdan görülen, bakılan Ortaçağ kalelerine, şatolarına. Gerisinde yol iz bırakmamıştır çünkü, görünmek yetmiş gibidir. Hem niçin bıraksın? Kendisi de öyle gelmemiş midir buraya. Kimsenin elini tutmadan, kimseye yaslanmadan, yalnız kendi külünü yaka yaka.
İlhan BerkStichwörter: requiem ece-ayhan ruveyda ilhan-berk
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