little bee, chris cleave
someday it must shine again
quote of the week
on time, and moving on.
"A week after the discovery of the doodled flower, I'd resigned myself to its insignificance [...] and as the maples around campus began to hint of resurrection and the maintenance crew began mowing the grass in the dorm circle again, it seemed to me we had finally lost her."
John Green, Looking for Alaska
on finding a way out
"'We are all going,' McKinley said to his wife, and we sure are. There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze."
John Green, Looking for Alaska
a year.
a year ago today.
"It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn't the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.
Five miles north of school, the Colonol moved into the left lane of the interstate and began to accelerate. I gritted my teeth, and then before us, broken glass glittered in the blare of the sun like the road was wearing jewelry, and that spot must be the spot. He was still accelerating
[...]
And POOF we are through the moment of her death. We are driving through the place that she could not drive through, passing onto asphalt she never saw, and we are not dead. We are not dead! We are breathing and we are crying and now slowing down and moving back into the right lane.
We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I held him, my hands balled into tight fists around his shoulders, and he wrapped his short arms around me and squeezed tight, so that I felt the heaves of his chest as we realized over and over again that we are still alive. I realized it in the waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't much matter when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive"
sometimes we just need to remember - in those places that we hope to never go back to - that we are still alive.
"It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn't the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.
Five miles north of school, the Colonol moved into the left lane of the interstate and began to accelerate. I gritted my teeth, and then before us, broken glass glittered in the blare of the sun like the road was wearing jewelry, and that spot must be the spot. He was still accelerating
[...]
And POOF we are through the moment of her death. We are driving through the place that she could not drive through, passing onto asphalt she never saw, and we are not dead. We are not dead! We are breathing and we are crying and now slowing down and moving back into the right lane.
We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I held him, my hands balled into tight fists around his shoulders, and he wrapped his short arms around me and squeezed tight, so that I felt the heaves of his chest as we realized over and over again that we are still alive. I realized it in the waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't much matter when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive"
John Green, Looking for Alaska
love is gorgeous when everybody else is falling to pieces
