There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us… Continue reading John Green
Maybe you think you’ll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn’t work that way. Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. It’s by living that you live more. By waiting you wait more. Every waiting day makes your life a little less. Every lonely day makes… Continue reading Ann Brashares
this thing that made me crazy; the way he cupped his fingers around the back of my neck, putting them just so that his thumb touched a pulse point. It’s so hard to explain, but it gave me a chill every time, almost like he was touching my heart. — Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby. (Viking… Continue reading Sarah Dessen
The blue was gathered in her hand, and she could feel it quiver, as if it had been given breath and was beginning to live. — Lois Lowry, Gathering Blue. (Ember; Reissue edition January 24, 2006)
He had these signature moves that I liked. The hand around my waist, for one, but then there was this thing that made me crazy; the way he cupped his fingers around the back of my neck, putting them just so that his thumb touched a pulse point. It’s so hard to explain, but it… Continue reading Sarah Dessen
It was nice – in the dark and the quiet… and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing. — John Green, Paper Towns. (Speak September 22, 2009)
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. — John Green, The Fault in Our Stars. (Dutton Books January 10, 2012)
And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found. — Libba Bray, Going Bovine. (Delacorte Books for Young Readers; 1 edition September 22, 2009)
That’s what I believe. I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it – or my observation… Continue reading John Green
Then you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words… Continue reading Anne Spollen
The Vale of Soul-Making 