There was a flicker of something in Greta's look. I couldn't tell whether it was a flicker of love or regret or meanness.
Carol Rifka Brunt
If you close your eyes when you sing in Latin, and if you stand right at the back so you can keep one hand against the cold stone wall of the church, you can pretend you're in the Middle Ages. That's why I did it. That's what I was in it for.
imagination music melancholy
I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would fit back together into something I could understand.
mystery life world
You could try to believe what you wanted, but it never worked. Your brain and your heart decided what you were going to believe and that was that. Whether you liked it or not.
belief
Maybe you had to be dying to finally get to do what you wanted.I fidgeted around with the puzzle pieces for a while longer, but I wasn't lucky. Nothing seemed to fit without a whole lot of work. Then I had this thought: What if it was enough to realize that you would die someday, that none of this would go on forever? Would that be enough?
choices philosophy-of-life dying
hate sisters
That's the secret. If you always make sure you're exactly the person you hoped to be, if you always make sure you know only the very best people, then you won't care if you die tomorrow.
death-and-dying
My mother gave me a disappointed look. Then I gave her one back. Mine was for everything, not just the sandwich.
disappointment
Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.
unrequited-love
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