sâmbătă, 8 septembrie 2012

Words from books...(13)

"A curious ache throbs in the back of my throat, even though of course this is how things are: Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be."

"A sharp blade of sadness goes through me, deep and quick. I guess it was bound to happen eventually. I've always known it would. Everyone you trust, everyone you think you can count on, will eventually disappoint you. When left to their own devices, people lie and keep secrets and change and disappear, some behind a different face or personality, some behind a dense early morning fog, beyond a cliff." 

"You came from different starts and you'll come to different ends: That's and old saying, something Carol used to repeat a lot. I never really understood how true it was until now." 

"Best friends for more than ten years and in the end it all comes down to the edge of a scalpel, to the motion of a laser beam through the brain and a flashing surgical knife. All that history and its importance gets detached, floats away like a severed baloon. In two years--in two months--Hana and I will pass each other on the street wit nothing more than a nod--different people, different worlds, two stars revolving silently, separated by thousands of miles of dark space.
Segregation has it all wrong. We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappearor forget us."

"Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind."

"I seem to have only hazy memories of the girl I was before then--the girl who always did what she was told and never lied and counted the days until her procedure with feelings of excitement, not horror and dread. The girl who was afraid of everyone and everything. The girl who was afraid  herself."

"Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a eord no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.
Before and after--and during, a moment no bigger and no longer than an edge."

"One of the strangest things about life is that it will chung on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world--your little carved-out sphere--is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart. One day you have parents; the next day you're an orphan. One day you have a place and a path. The next day you're lost in a wilderness.
And still the sun rises and clouds mass and drift and people shop for groceries and toilets flush and blinds go up and down. 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."

"You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall and I am in-between in every way.
But I have a secret. You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin be down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope, an without fear.
I love you. Remember. They cannot take it."

Delirium by  Lauren Oliver

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