Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
VERONICA ROTHIt reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she’s gone. She’s gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s all I can do.
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No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.
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Human reason can excuse any evil; that is why it’s so important that we don’t rely on it.
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I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.
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The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel.
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That’s what love does. When it’s right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.
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In that moment I know exactly what I want; I want to peel away all the layers of clothing between us, strip away everything that separates us, the past and the present and the future.
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Reading is such a huge part of my life.
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I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in the aptitude test – a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I can’t lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.
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I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.
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We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.
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What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face.
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I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.
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How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?
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We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.
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I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
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