there is no moment more precious than the exact moment you are living now
You can be only what you give yourself the power to be.
There are some things your mind has been hiding from you.
Don’t predict disappointment while hope is an option
Desperate times call for desperate measures. That’s a saying, or a bit of advice, or a catchprase, or a string of words used to confuse people less intelligent than you. In any case, it means: Life is tough, so you’d better fight hard-or something like that.
You seem to be attracted to trouble,” he said. “Yeah, she’s real pretty,” I replied. “Your tongue is sharper than mine ever was.” I stuck out my tongue and tried to look at the tip of it.
Listen,’ Clover said. ‘Don’t worry about not being able to come back, I’ve lived both places, and trust me, you won’t be getting the short end of the stick if you end up in Foo. I mean, candy alone.
Terry was beside himself. Not literally. This story would be that much more painful if there were two Terrys, able to stand next to each other and simultaneously curse Leven.
He came into the world like a delivery that no one knew what to do with, and nobody wanted to sign for.
I am what I am because I have made myself so.
There is no moment more precious than the exact moment they are living. And that exact moment has a lot to do with how future moments play out.
We can only be what we give ourselves the power to be.
That said, I, Beck Phillips, take full responsibility for being stuck in m y school’s pitch-black venting system with my friend Jason, behind me and a garbage bag full of angry bees in front of me.
impossible is not a word
I vowed to never, ever talk or reason like an adult.
Winter looked at Leven. Leven looked right back at her. Winter’s cheeks burned red and her green eyes outshone Leven’s. The two of them stared at one another and then, as if they were destined to, thay began to lean into one another, Leven closed his eyes. “What are you doing?” Geth asked concerned. Winter closed his eyes too and leaned close. Both of them looked panicked and out of control, but it didn’t stop them from moving closer and kissing each other. Clover’s jaw dropped and he pulled something out of his void just so he could let go of it in shock.
There would be little reason to lie down at night without the possibility of seeing things bigger and more amazing than the average day might bright about. Why pick up a pen or type on a keyboard if there’s no imagination or wonder left to behold? I would hate to be in the position of hoping for nothing simply because my brain can no longer dream.
What-ifs are for fools
Apparently I wasn’t in the mood to listen to myself.
Cats learned how to fly that evening.
The car emitted on last gasp and rolled to a stop, in the middle of the Altlantic Ocean. “We’re here,” Leven tried to joke.
Then, there are the places you would rather not go-a tax collectors’ convention, a sewage treatment plant, or maybe the home of someone who keeps spiders as pets and insists on taking them out of their cages and making you hold them.
Mercury dropped the purple car and shot up into the air, whistling like a shooting star. The woman in the car next to me looked up at me like I was a superhero. I smiled at her and jumped down, trying to be smooth. I landed wrong and went sliding on my face. I glanced back at her. She appeared less impressed than before.
Stupid deer,” I said, embarrassed about being startled. “We need a ladder.” “I think they’re easier to shoot with a rifle.” “I’m not talking about the deer,” I said, hitting Milo on the back of his shoulder. “We need a ladder to look over the wall.” “Or a catapult,” Milo said seriously.
Perhaps nothing is more magical then the book. Paper, glue and some words and you are taken away from where you sit, stand, dance, or lean.
