“I thought how lovely and how strange a river is.”

There are times when you want to be what you have never allowed yourself to be before.

They should be unchanging in shape and proportions. But sometimes they do change depending on who’s in them.

You have to know your own truth and stick to it. And never despair. Never give up. There’s always hope.

How do I think of you? As someone I want to be with. As someone as young as me, but “older,” if that makes sense. As someone I like to look at, not just because you’re good to look at, but because just looking at you makes me smile and feel happier.

Even if they’re saying your name with dislike, at least you know you’re you, that you exist.

A joy that hurts with sadness a sadness that is pleasurable a pleasure full of terror a terror that excites an excitement that calms a calmness that frightens.

I don’t actually think “true love” is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn’t true it can’t be love.

Doing anything when you’re bored is very very boring. Anyway, doing nothing is the point of being bored.

Yet, isn’t it strange, isn’t it weird, how we can KNOW that someone is not behaving in the way we imagine, and at the same time we can be totally convinced that he is!

There are times when you don’t know yourself. There are times when you don’t want to know yourself.

He thought: How difficult it is to explain yourself to yourself. Sometimes there only is, and no knowing.

The thing is, when love is real, whether it’s ebbing or flowing, it’s always there, it never goes away. And that’s the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy

As someone who knows her mind and who I envy for that. As someone who is strong in herself without seeming to need anyone else to help her. As someone who makes me thinks and unsettles me in a way that makes me feel more alive.

I will not compromise on language or content. At 15, people can handle the same language as me, they’re just as complicated as me and are very interested in thinking about important questions for the first time.

Readers are made by readers – it is so obvious it is almost banal to say it.

Is it better to go with the flow or let the flow go?

Look up into His lovely face and as you behold Him,

The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.

Like seeing, movement or flow or alteration of view is more important than the static picture, no matter how lovely.

I grew up in a very suburban neighborhood, so I was used to everything being safe and lovely.

Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.

Listen, I have to spend every single day living with me, so I know for a fact; I’m lovely, I’m completely lovely.

It sounds so lovely in French. So I took that because it was the subject: I and myself and myself and I. Which is, in a way, boring, because it is a contradiction.

The idea of an ordered and elegant universe is a lovely one.