We can know what love is. It´s adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.
BARRY LYGAThis is why I forgive, but I don’t forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn’t mean anything anymore.
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Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.
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We humans have the capacity to wreak horrors on each other. But we also have the capacity to survive those horrors.
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I suddenly realize that I’m naked, which shouldn’t bother me since it’s the phone, but for some reason it does. “How’s it hanging?” Kyra asks and now I think I’m blushing. It’s just an expression, but jeez!
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Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.
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It’s a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.
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I just have an allergic reaction to lung cancer. Gives me tumors.
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I don’t know and I don’t care anymore. I was supposed to have my way for once, just once in my life. I did everything right and I got nothing for it. I want to kill them all. no, better yet, I want to die. No, even bettter than that: I want to kill them all then die.
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Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They’ll just spring on you like a ninja.
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What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?…The term was faith.
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Homecoming’s stupid.” And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses to grope eachother all night.
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If I think she’ hot and it turns out she’s a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I’m totally not ready for that kind of therapy.
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And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.
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He moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he’s tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend’s hair. Ever.
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Jazz hadn’t given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he’d told her enough that she knew it wasn’t hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.
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See, forgiveness doesn’t happen all at once. It’s not an event – it’s a process.
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