#lon

Quit worrying so much about the boards and nails of your life. Focus on the stuff that lasts.” He glanced through the window toward the glowing light of the kitchen where Meg and my mom were laughing about something. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #laura-anderson-kurk #long-distance-relationship #love

He was taking a leap here, negotiating with a crackhead, under the table, in a dark cantina. The courage etched on his face came from loving Aidia so much he’d close his eyes and walk through fire to see her safe. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#aidia #children #crackhead #dating #drug-abuse

I recognized Meg’s swirly handwriting and crooked my index finger into the side of the envelope to rip it open. There was no letter. Just a picture. A picture of Meg holding a picture of me. The word HOME echoed through my body like a rifle shot. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk #long-distance-relationship

Wait,” Quinn said. “There’s one more thing.” I turned around and raised an eyebrow. His eyes were wary and he lacked his usual confidence. “Go to the Winter Dance with me. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk #long-distance-relationships

And what do you want?” I almost choked. “How could you even ask me that, Henry?” He sighed. “Because I’m thousands of miles away. Because I Skyped into your living room late one night and there’s a dude sitting next to you in the dark. Because Thanet tells me things. And Tennyson sent me a picture of you in a dress that looks like lingerie.” “It’s not that bad,” I said. “I didn’t say it was bad, Meg. It’s about a million miles from bad.” His voice was breaking with exasperation. “Things are crazy here, and I’m questioning everything. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #jealousy

What I know about you, Henry,” he said. “Is that you, as big as you are, know how to walk gently on this earth. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating #faith #gentleness #glass-girl #henry-whitmire

Don't let feeling lonely push you into the arms of a person who will make you miserable. ↗

— Stephan Labossiere

#companionship #dating #lonely #miserable #relationships

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#been #born #business #dying #found

it occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him--his past, his role in the resistance, what his life was like in the Wilds, before he came to Portland, and I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#chances #lena #longing-for-death #requiem #death

There are times when you don't belong and you think you're going to kill yourself. Once I went to a hotel. Later that night I made a plan. The plan was I would leave my family when my second child was born. And that's what I did. I got up one morning, made breakfast, went to the bus stop, got on a bus. I'd left a note. I got a job in a library in Canada. It would be wonderful to say you regretted it. It would be easy. But what does it mean? What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. There it is. No-one's going to forgive me. It was death. I chose life." -Laura Brown- ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#hopelessness #life #loneliness #spirit #death