Eve

You can love anyone. Love is just caring about someone very deeply. Feeling like that person matters to you, like your whole world would be sadder without them in it.

A relationship between two people can be judged by the list of things unspoken between them.

Sometimes it seems like all the things I need to know, I don’t. And all the things I do know are completely wrong.

loving someone meant knowing your life will be worse without them in it.

Love was death’s only adversary, the only thing powerful enough to combat its clawing, desperate grasp.

I had once read, in one of those pre-plague books in the library, that love was bearing witness. That it was the act of watching someone's life, of simply being there to say: you're life is worth seeing.

I learned the strange art of loneliness, the weathered yearning that swells and passes, and swells and passes, when you walk a trail alone.

did he know that he worked his way into my dreams, where i missed him even in sleep

What If I still want to go?" "Then you'll go," he said. "But I wanted you to know the danger." "There's always danger." His green eyes met mine. I was starting to see It, how It could happen-Caleb and me.

He especially loved people - is so happy, especially remembering Eloise.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I didn’t know which was worse: to be killed by some brute animal or be taken off with a wild Neanderthal on horseback.

The plague had killed far more females than males. As one of the few women in The New America, especially an educated, civilized woman, I’d always supposed I was ever man’s type.

I let the wound fester and grow, feeding on the silence between us. I learned then a crucial truth: that a relationship between two people can be judged by the list of things unspoken between them.

What are you doing with all these books?" I asked, stepping towards a tall stack on the floor. I ran my fingers down the spines, recognizing a few familiar titles from School: Heart of Darkness, The Great Gatsby, and To the Lighthouse. Caleb came beside me, his warm shoulder brushing against mine. "I do this funny thing sometimes," she said, shooting me a mischievous grin. "I open a book, and I look at each page. It's called reading

If The Islands South Ever Vanish, Even Further Into Navy Depths, My Eloise Could Appreciate Lovly Endless Blues.

Leif gripped Benny's shoulders to hold him back, but he broke free and chased the truck, pumping his tiny arms and legs with great furry. "I love you!" he called out, when he was just ten feet away. I gripped the metal bars, my throat choked with emotion. "I love you!" Silas cried, as he followed. They both kept after us, sprinting wildly behind the cage. I watched their mouths moving, saying those words over and again, as the truck bounded through the woods and their small bodies disappeared, unreachable, behind the trees.

I wished to no longer hear the grayed bones crunching underneath the brush or feel the now inexorable fear that seemed to work its way inside my rib cage, rocking me at my core.

-loving someone meant knowing that your life would be worse without them in it. -Caleb (Benny)

It was all for a moment. It was all too good to be missed.

What sort of funny songs?" "My balls are swearing my balls are swearing I can't keep my balls from sweating ohhh no." "How is that funny?" I asked. "As in the balls of your feet?" "No, it's like this thing..... Never mind," he said.

Iubirea înseamnă să ţii la cineva foarte mult. Să simţi că acea persoană contează pentru tine, ca şi când întreaga ta viaţă ar fi mai tristă fără ea.

Happiness is the anticipation of future happines.