I see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don’t want to know. That loss doesn’t end, that there isn’t a moment where you are done, when you...

And I know what people say about not listening to insults or how you should let stuff roll off you, but it’s not that easy.

Please. If you were mostly dead in the middle of the road I’d obviously stop. And then I’d watch you die.”Kate to Will

the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are

When someone you love…when they die, you want it undone. You’d do anything to have them back, and it’s easy to believe that if only this had happened or that had happened, everything would be...

I knew from Brianna that being beautiful wasn’t all great. Brianna had changed in middle school. One day we were both seventh graders and the next, she was a supermodel who had a seventh grader...

Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn’t happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?

I’m so not interesting in having to try and make something out of foil.”What, you didn’t like the poncho with wraparound leggings?”It was beyond hideou- wait a minute. You watch that show?”My mom loves it.”But...

I always thought of grief as a blow that took everything out of you. And it is like that. But it stays, past that first hard hit. It stays and blows its breath into you....

My ladder’s at home.

I am the living dead girl because I am too weak to die. I hate those crying dough women on TV because they are just like me, weak and broken and clinging to the hands...

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.

And that’s what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don’t want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.

The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating

Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace — grace you can reach...

The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren’t supposed to have but do.

And what if—what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you’re nothing?

I wants us to be real. I want to be just you and me. – Ryan

The thing is, that world doesn’t exist. All growing up means is that your realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you.

…”Are you okay?” he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can’t hear anything, not the rush-hiss of...

You know who you are you just have to believe it.

I know who I want to be with, and it isn’t her.- Ryan

There are a million rules for being a girl. There are a million things you have to do to get through each day. High school has things that can trip you up, ruin you, people...

it´s just…today has really sucked, and when you´re around stuff doesn´t seem so crappy – Will

Wherever I go, I’ll always see you. You’ll always be with me. And there’s no happy ending coming here, no way a story that started on a night that’s burned into my heart will end...

So, is your friend, you know, with someone?” and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.

Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy.

Because when I first saw you I thought─no, I knew─you were special. Because I still think that every time I look at you. Because I think you’re smart and funny and brave. But most of...

I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.

Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.

I didn’t want it to be one good memory that led to a lot of bad ones. I wanted it to stay what it was, one amazing moment, something that was strong and sweet enough...

My name is Danielle. I’m eighteen. I’ve been stealing things for as long as I can remember.

I thought living dead girls couldn’t feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I’m not, I’m not.

I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.

Look at me. We aren´t them lauren. You´re not your mother or father any more than I´m my mother. You´re you and I´m me and I love you.

All right, you caught me. I’m secretly obsessed with you and spend all my free time writing about you in my journal. ‘Dear Diary, today Will was an ass for the 467th day in a...

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can’t end because she died a long time ago.

I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.

I told you we were meant to be,” he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but who I just didn’t see and now–Well, now I kiss him.

I suppose he’s making a real fashion statement, but this is high school. You’re not supposed to be real. You’re supposed to be enough like everyone else to get through and out into the waiting...