Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of choking. There is nothing to hold on to, no sides, no way to claw myself up. There is nothing to do but let go. Let go. Feel the weight all around you, feel the squeezing of your lungs, the slow, low pressure. Let yourself go deeper. There is nothing but bottom. There is nothing but the taste of metal, and the echoes of old things, and days that look like darkness.
Lauren Oliver
Hope keeps you alive.
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I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him.
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He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.
Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.
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Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you.-Lauren Oliver, Delerium
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And it's the funniest thing: as soon as I see it, the whistling in my ears stops and the feeling of terror drains away, and I realize this whole time I haven't been falling at all. I've been floating.
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Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.
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We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to keep up apart.
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Direction, like time, is a general thing, the deprived of boundaries and borders. It is an endless process interception and reinterception, doubling back and adjusting.
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Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore.
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This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.
Everything has taken on a strange, distant quality - the sounds of running and shouting outside get warped and weird like they're being filtered through water, and Alex looks miles away. I start to think I might be dreaming, or about to pass out. And then I decide I'm dreaming, because as I'm watching, Alex starts peeling his shirt off over his head.
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I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.
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