“You want to bungee jump?” Caden asked. “Get fear of heights off the table?”
“Could you watch me fall?”
“Negative.” He dropped the popcorn container in the trash and held out his hand. “Let’s go.”
Sayfa 138 - CreateSpace, diğer çok sevdiğim alıntı da bu, kalpkalpkalp
“Your eyes match the sky,” I said to him. His face was framed in the blue Iraqi ceiling.
“They’re actually holes in my head,” he said. “You’re seeing right through.”
Sayfa 86 - CreateSpace, en sevdiğim alıntının biri bu, çok hoşçokhoşçokhoş
Hope kept the tears at bay.
Hope was the only cure for disappointment—if it didn’t kill you first.
Hope stuck harder and took a piece of you when it was ripped away.