Love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

I’d rather die my way than live yours.

That was torture–being able to see, and smell, and hear, and being trapped in a cage. Like standing on the wrong side of the fence, only a few feet from freedom, and knowing you’ll never...

Once Mo had closed the gates, he returned to his little stone hut, and his half-eaten sandwich of butter and canned sardines, and his mug of thick hot chocolate, which every night he poured carefully...

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

But you can build a future out of anything. A scrap, a flicker. The desire to go forward, slowly, one foot at a time. You can build an airy city out of ruins.

You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through to the other side, don’t know whether it will bring freedom or ruin, resolution or chaos. It might...

She liked the word ineffable because it meant a feeling so big or vast that it could not be expressed in words.And yet, because it could not be expressed in words, people had invented a...

It’s the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall that is growing, piece by piece, in my chest. He doesn’t love me.He...

Todo el mundo está dormido. Llevan años dormidos. Tu parecias… despierta – susurra. Cierra los ojos, los vuelve a abrir-. Estoy harto de dormir.

In the quiet, and the dark, I got stronger.

I think of Lindsay in the bathroom of Rosalita’s, and wonder how many people are clutching secrets like little fists, like rocks sitting in the pits of their stomachs. All of them, maybe.

…into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

You can’t be happy unless you’re unhappy sometimes”.

And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched pavement, we might as well be a hundred thousand miles apart.

The house, the pond, the tree–it was all both overwhelmingly familiar and different from what she remembered–smaller and shabbier, somehow. It was like waking up to find that your reflection in the mirror had aged...

Maybe Lindsay and I are best friends and we hate each other, both. Maybe I’m only one math class away from being a slut like Anna Cartullo. Maybe I am like her, deep down. Maybe...

And then, just at that moment, when I’m no longer sure if I’m dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his...

Cinta memengaruhi akal sehatmu sampai kau tak bisa lagi berpikir dengan jernih atau membuat keputusan rasional dalam hidupmu.

Estaba pensando en Lena. Por supuesto. Siempre estaba pensando en Lena.

En uno, Einstein aparece sobre las palabras: la gravedad no es responsable de la caída del amor.

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It’s the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain...

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

Here’s one of the things I learned that morning: if you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning. It’s like that old riddle about a tree falling in a forest, and whether...

It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is...

You should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back.

There is only what you want and what happens. There is only grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness.

I guess that’s what saying good-bye is always like–like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you’re in the air, there’s nothing you can do but let...

We were lying on the blanket in the backyard of 37 Brooks, like we always did that summer. Lena was on her side, cheek resting on her hand, hair loose. Beautiful.

Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.

Popularity’s a weird thing. You can’t really define it, and it’s not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.

Hope keeps you alive.

I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out its whispers,...

I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles.

Don’t you get it? You can’t tell me what to feel.

young adult,” and after that you’re a totally different person. Maybe even a less happy person. Maybe even a worse one.

His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent if we had ten thousand billion years.

This is what we are made for: promises, pledges, and sworn oaths of obedience.

She always imagined their voices entangled somewhere in the wires when they spoke, caught up in a grid she didn’t fully understand, passing back and forth. Once the calls were disconnected, she imagined the echoes...

But maybe happiness isn’t in the choosing. Maybe it’s in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.

It seems like as we stand there I’m watching my whole life with Hana, our entire friendship, fall away: sleepover parties with forbidden midnight bowls of popcorn; all the times we rehearsed for Evaluation Day,...

For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I’m not certain of anything anymore. I don’t know what will happen–

(I)f you do not believe that hearts can bloom suddenly bigger, and that love can open like a flower out of even the hardest places, then I am afraid that for you the road will...

I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.

Cinta akan membunuh, sekaligus menyelamatkanmu.

In my mind, I was reliving my whole life again-slowly, taking my time. Delaying.Because I knew, sooner or later, I’d get to her.And then…Well, I’d already died once. I couldn’t live through it again.

You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment...

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will...

What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.

The details that are life’s special pattern, like how in handwoven rugs what really makes them unique are the tiny flaws in the stitching, little gaps and jumps and stutters that can never be reproduced....