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@takemetochurch
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Üniversite
2004
20 okur puanı
Ocak 2021 tarihinde katıldı
Okuma Hedefleri
When you lose enough, you learn to take happiness where you can find it. You don't wait for it to be handed to you. You don't expect it in big firework-like displays.
You take it in small moments...
Sayfa 412 - HeadlineKitabı okudu
You could start over any day of the week, at any time of the year, at any point in your life, and it was fine.
Sayfa 354 - HeadlineKitabı okudu
You didn't survive someone taking a wrecking ball to your existence and not have thousands of fractures to live with the rest of your life.
Sayfa 346 - HeadlineKitabı okudu
Okur Takip Önerileri
She’d never liked that phrase, diamond in the rough. All that meant was they had to cut you again and again to let the light in.
Sayfa 246Kitabı okudu
It was one thing to hurl yourself headfirst into the dark. It was another to feel like someone had deliberately turned off the lights.
Sayfa 126Kitabı okudu
Mira had been a crap mother, too caught up in her own storms to be any kind of an anchor. For a while Alex had hated her, and some part of her still did. She hadn’t been born with her mother’s gift for forgiving or forgetting. She didn’t have Mira’s sunshine hair and soft blue eyes, her love for peace, her bookshelves lined with ways to be kinder, more empathetic, a gentler being in the world, a force for good. The awful truth was that if she could have stopped loving her mother, she would have. She would have let Eitan make his threats and stayed away forever. But she couldn’t shake the habit of loving Mira, and she couldn’t untangle the longing she felt for the mother she might have had from the desire to protect the one she did have.
Sayfa 85 - Alex, on her mother MiraKitabı okudu
She’d always assumed she’d relish the eventual privacy, the freedom, but it turned out that being alone lost some of its charm when you didn’t have a choice.
Sayfa 20 - KateKitabı okudu
Like football and art, like anything that anyone in the world has ever wanted, love was a dream. And just like a dream, there were no assurances behind it. It didn't grow on its own. It didn't blossom without food to feed it.
It was the greatest in its subtleties.
It was the strongest in its selflessness.
And it could be forever with someone who wasn't afraid to never give up on the possibilities it presents.
You couldn't expect anyone to take care of you better than you could take care of you.
Life was all about choices. You chose what to make out of what you had. And I wasn't going to let it make me its bitch. I could be a mature adult who knew her limits. I could be a good person. Maybe not all the time, but enough.
What no one tells you is that the road to accomplishing your goals isn't a straight line; it looks more like a corn maze. You stopped, you went, you backed up, and took a few wrong turns along the way, but the important thing you had to remember was that there was an exit. Somewhere.
You just couldn't give up looking for it, even when you really wanted to. And especially not when it was easier and less scary to go with the flow than actually strike out on your own and make your path.
My little brother didn't drink at all, and I knew it was because of our mom's drinking problem. While he was four years younger than me and had spent less time in that household than I had, he remembered enough. How could he not? But I didn't want to avoid alcohol because I was scared of what it could do to me. I didn't want to demonize it. I wanted to prove to myself that it wasn't a monster that destroyed lives unless you let it.
I wanted to be better. I wanted to be a good person. I wanted to be someone -not necessarily someone great or someone important- but someone I could live with.
"You can't live your life bottling everything up. You need people, even if it's only one or two, to believe in you, and as smart as that boy is, he doesn't understand that."
Leslie talking about AidenKitabı okudu
When I was a kid, I learned the hard way how expensive the truth was.
Sometimes it cost you people in your life. Sometimes it cost you things in your life. And in this life, most people were too cheap to pay the price for something as valuable as honesty.
When life gives you lemons, you get to choose what you make out of them; it doesn't always have to be lemonade.
…I knew firsthand that life could be taking you in one direction, and the next moment, you'd be going in a completely different one.
Because that was the way surprises worked- they didn't tend to pencil themselves in to your schedule and let you know they were visiting ahead of time.
"...it is the gifts we did not have the strenght to ask for that matter the most."
Matthew to CordeliaKitabı okudu
But as Jem had good cause to know, even after unimaginable loss, one continued: life had to be lived, and one learned to bear one's scars.
Sayfa 679Kitabı okudu
We so desperately want to be with those who know the truth of us. Our secrets.
Sayfa 569Kitabı okudu
Perhaps to be a Shadowhunter simply meant drawing runes over one's scars, over and over.
Grief, Cordelia would realize during that night and the next day, was like drowning. Sometimes one would surface from the dark water: a period of brief lucidity and calmness, during which ordinary tasks might be accomplished. During which one's behavior was, presumably, normal, and it was impossible to hold a conversation.
The rest of the time, one was pulled deep below the water. There was no lucidity, only panic and terror, only her mind screaming incoherently, only the sensation of dying. Of not being able to breath.
She would remember the time later as flashes of light in the dark, moments when she surfaced, when the making of memories was possible, if incomplete.
"I am not sure we choose who we love," said Cordelia, turning toward the door. "I rather think love is something like a book written just for us, a sort of holy text it is given to us to interpret." She paused in the doorway, looking back over her shoulder. "And you are refusing to read yours."
Cordelia to AlastairKitabı okudu
"We all carry a light inside ourselves. It burns with the flame of our souls. But there are other people in our lives who add their own flames to ours, creating a brighter conflagration."
Anna to CordeliaKitabı okudu
"It is one thing to plan not to use your power again, but that's the problem with power, isn't it? There's always some reason to make an exception, just this once."
Jessamine to LucieKitabı okudu
"How much love people have denied themselves through the ages because they believed they did not deserve it. As if the waste of love is not the greater tragedy."
MatthewKitabı okudu
"But you cannot fix someone, Cordelia," she added. "In the end, if they can be fixed at all, they must do the repairs themselves."
She loved James; she always would. So many people loved without hope of return, without the dream of a touch or a glance from the object of their affection. They pined away in silence and misery like mortals starving for faerie fruit.
What fate was offering her now was a year of such fruit for her table. A year of living with James and loving him might ruin her for any other love, but oh, at least she would blaze up in glory. For a year she would share his life. They would walk together, read together, eat together, and live together. They would laugh together. For a year, she would stand close to the fire and know what it was like to burn.
Sayfa 649Kitabı okudu
