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1 " You act young," he said, " because you are young. But you know things, Roza. Things people older than you don't even know. That day...." I knew instantly which day he referred to. The one up against the wall. " You were right, about how I fight to stay in control. No one else has ever figured that out- and it scared me. You scare me." " Why? Don't you want anyone to know?" He shrugged. " Whether they know that fact or not doesn't matter. What matters is that someone- that you- know me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it's hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It's much easier being with someone who's just more of a casual friend." " Like Tasha." " Tasha Ozera is an amazing woman. She's beautiful and she's brave. But she doesn't-" " She doesn't get you," I finished.He nodded. " I knew that. But I still wanted the relationship. I knew it would be easy and that she could take me away from you. I thought she could make me forget you." I'd thought the same thing about Mason. " But she couldn't." " Yes. And, so.....that's a problem. "
2 " Everyone thinks you've been kidnapped," he said. " We've been scouring the ship. When Coach Hedge finds out- oh, gods, you've been here all night?" " Frank!" Annabeth's ears were as red as strawberries. " We just came down here to talk. We fell asleep. Accidentally. That's it." " Kissed a couple of times," Percy said.Annabeth glared at him. " Not helping! "
3 " LET’S GO BACK HOMEI can't think about you,Without smiling.What I wouldn’t give,To go back there,Take you in my arms,Kiss you, And tell you," I still love you." It's been three decades now,And still your smile's with me,Your wave goodbye, The love in your eyes, And everything else you gave me,Before that highway fog swept in,And stole your spirit away.Oh- to return by your side again, Fish beside the Pleasant Hill Dam,Hike through the Mayer's woods, Hang out on your big hill,Sleep naked in your twin bed,Fill your room with laughter- And marijuana smoke.You returned home-And I traveled on down the road,Found new loves,Safely took them under my wing,And deeply into my heart.But you know, as I do-This wasn’t always possible.I didn’t always have the fire- The courage to stand tall,The joy to expand, Nor the love to give deeply.These were all your gifts--To me.Someday-When I close my eyes for good,And cry out- " Lord- forgive me for I have sinned-" I'll joyously return by your side,Take you into my arms, Kiss you, And tell you," I still love you. "
4 " It's always comforting to tell yourself things are going to be alright, because even if a part of you senses that you're lying, it's comforting to shut it out- shut out reality and pretend- because pretending is nice. "
5 " When you prick a person with a needle, red blood comes out- that's the real world. "
― Haruki Murakami , 1Q84 (1Q84, #1-3)
6 " Above everything else, beyond the long hardships, one out- come is the most invaluable. The sisterhoods. The lifelong friends and bonds that will never lessen. Years can go by, and I will pick up with each of those sisters as if a single day hasn’t passed. Only we can truly understand one another; not even our husbands can fully grasp what we’ve been through with each other and how ironclad those bonds are. "
― Angela Ricketts , No Man's War: Irreverent Confessions of an Infantry Wife
7 " Every sort of trouble I can think of, we've tried it out- become expert at some of it, even, so much so that I've come to wonder whether artists in particularity seek out hard times the way flowers turn their faces toward the sun. "
― Therese Anne Fowler , Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald
8 " James hoped the newsletter would garner support from Bahana, or white people, to stop a town well that the Bureau of Indian Affairs wanted to dig and a tower it wanted to erect to store the water. The Hotevilla elders were willing to lay down their lives in this battle. They’d done it before, preventing the BIA from bringing electricity to the village by lying down in front of bulldozers. If that well went in, James explained, people would waste water. Their spring would dry out- an unthinkable tragedy, as it would make it impossible for them to live there any longer. Could two cultures be any different? I now wondered. We were taking federal money to mine water and would do so until the unlikely day that same government made us stop. The Hopi had been trying to prevent the government from giving them a well in the first place. "
― Julene Bair , The Ogallala Road: A Memoir of Love and Reckoning
