Words worth keeping

Have you really read all those books in your room?�Alaska laughing- “Oh God no. I’ve maybe read a third of ‘em. But I’m going to read them all. I call it my Life’s Library. Every summer since I was little, I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read.

Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless. And as I walked back to give Takumi’s note to the Colonel, I saw that I would never know. I would never know her well enough to know her thoughts in those last minutes, would never know if she left us on purpose. But the not-knowing would not keep me from caring, and I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.

The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.

The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes.

Courage is found in unlikely places.

If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

Tears are words that need to be written.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.

Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.