The truth is… you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back…it hurts.
VERONICA ROTHThen I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
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One choice can transform you. One choice can destroy you. Once choice will define you.
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All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.
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Do I look like I’ve been crying?’ I say. ‘Hmm.’ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he’s inspecting my face.
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Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
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Not writing is as important as writing – go out into the world and remember how interesting it, and the people in it, are.
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I think they’re going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.
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I think you’re still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.
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You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.
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Being honest doesn’t mean you say whatever you want, wherever you want. It means that what you choose to say is true.
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We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.
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I’ll say it one last time: Be brave.
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At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family.
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I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.
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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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His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate.
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