Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more. Damn you tiny assassin, clad in yellow and black, how I crave my former innocence where melancholy was my only trial.
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Loving for the second time isn’t sweet; it’s bitter, and hurt more than the first.
I can't apologize for who I am, but I can apologize for the things I've done and I can't love you without hurting you. the same way I can't hold your heart without letting it slip through my hands. sometimes I break the things I love and sometimes the things I love break me.
A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life. It is the tear [that results] from the injury of the oyster. The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl.
Because I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart imperceptibly slowly, and I will forget, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me.
— John Green, Chip, amazon.com
I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be discovered. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved. I still did not know her as I wanted to, but I never could. She made it impossible for me.
After all this time, it still seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out - but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.
— John Green, Chip, amazon.com
More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.
Suffering is universal. it’s the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.
You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different, and I'm sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice. You left me Perhapsless, stuck in your goddamned labyrinth. And now I don't even know if you chose the straight and fast way out, if you left…
Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.
When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.
And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.
The say time heals everything but honestly, I feel like time will never be on our side.
When your heart breaks, you got to fight like hell to make sure you're still alive. Because you are. And that pain you feel? That's life. The confusion and fear? That's there to remind you, that somewhere out there is something better, and that something is worth fighting for.
But what I can do is paint you a picture of what you’ll never see when you’re with a guy who’s really into you: You’ll never see yourself staring maniacally at your phone, willing it to ring. You’ll never see you ruining an evening with friends because you’re calling for your messages every fifteen…
You have to love something before you can hate it.
In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you
A fatal attraction is common and what we have common is pain
We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us