Starry Eyes

Don't be cautious. Be careful,' she reminds me. Cautious people are afraid of the unknown and avoid it. Careful people plan so that they're more confident when they face the unknown.

When I looked up at the stars, I saw us. You were the stars and I was the dark sky behind you” “Without dark sky you couldn’t see the stars” “I knew I was useful” he says “You’re essential

But there’s comfort in knowing that when your plans fall apart, you can survive. That the worst thing imaginable can happen, but you can get through it.

Uncertainty isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes it can even be filled with extraordinary potential.

What's that?" "French press." "For coffee? Real coffee? Not instant?" "We're camping, Zorie, not living in a dystopian nightmare.

It's years in the making, and it's messy and convoluted, some of it even tragic. But I wouldn't change the route, because we walked it together, even when we were apart. And the best part about it is that it's unfinished. Uncertainty isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it can even be filled with extraordinary potential.

Planning can't save you from everything. Change is inevitable and uncertainty is a given. And if you plan so much that you can't function without one, life's no fun. All the calendars, journals, and lists in the world won't save you when the sky falls.

We?" "You and me, yes." "The two of us hiking to Condor Peak? Alone?" "I wasn't planning on inviting the bear along, but if you think we need a chaperone..

We’re under the same starry sky,” I say. “We always are.” “Not together,” I argue. “I think we’ve always been together, even when we were apart,” he says, slipping his hand around mine. “I know it’s a cliché, but sometimes I would look up at the stars and wonder if you were ever looking at them at the same time,” I admit. “When I looked up at the stars, I saw us. You were the stars, and I was the dark sky behind you.

You were the stars, and I was the dark sky behind you." "Without dark sky, you couldn't see the stars." "I knew I was useful," he says. "You're essential.

Lennon is the moon: often dark and hidden, but closer than any star. Always there.

If Brett is Sirius, brighter than anything else in the night sky, Lennon in the moon: often dark and hidden, but closer than any star. Always there.

But we'll get through it. Bad times don't last. You just have to hang on until they pass.

It’s being a capable human being, which is something I think a lot of people have forgotten how to do.

Tomorrow you’re going to be eating boring nuts-and-fruit trail mix, and you’ll think, Self, why did I go crazy with all those ridiculous bets? Sure wish I had some chocolate. And I will just laugh like an evil overlord.

Spontaneity is overrated. Movies and television shows would like us to believe that life is better for party goers who dare to jump into pools with their clothes on. But behind the scenes, it's all carefully scripted. The water is the right temperature. Lighting and angles are carefully considered. Dialogue is memorized. And that's why it's so appealing - because someone carefully planned it all. Once you realize this, life gets a whole lot simpler.

Uncertainty isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes it can even be filled with extraordinary potential.

For our one-month anniversary, he made me a picture map. A map of us. It’s years in the making, and it’s messy and convoluted, some of it even tragic. But I wouldn’t change the route, because we walked it together, even when we were apart. And the best part about it is that it’s unfinished. Uncertainty isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes it can even be filled with extraordinary potential.

It's actually happening. It's good, and a little awkward, and sometimes funny, because wow, human bodies are weird. But it's also more than I expected—than I ever hoped. It's all of him and all of me, and most of all, it's us, it's us, it's us

I believe in schedules, routines, washi-tape-covered calendars, bulleted lists in graph-paper journals, and best-laid plans.

He holds up two blue enamel coffee cups. “It could be worse. It could be winter.” Or I could be stuck in the wilderness, miles away from civilization, with the boy who crushed my heart in the palm of his hand. Oh, wait. I am.

I dare you to go to Condor Peak. Let me take you there. I can do it. I know I can. You used to trust me.” “You used to give me reasons to.” “I never stopped. You just quit paying attention.

We are goddamn amazing. We're a rocket ship filled with potential. Either we die in a fiery blaze before we leave the Earth's atmosphere, or we make it through and orbit the moon." "If you're trying to seduce me with space stuff, it's totally working." His smile is divine. "Yeah?" "Yeah.

I like all my things to go right." "That's not how the world works." "It's how it should work," I say. I like plans that go smoothly. That's the beauty I believe in. Nothing is better than when things go exactly how I expect." "I know that's what you like," he says, eyes squinting out the sun to peer down at me. "And there's comfort in that, sure. But there's comfort in knowing that when your plans fall apart, you can survive. That the worst thing imaginable can happen, but you can get through it. That's why I like to read horror fiction. It's not about the monsters. It's about the hero surviving them and living to tell the tale.

I mean learning how to spot danger and avoid it in a responsible, careful way. You have to understand your environment. Respect it.

I love you.” He pulls back to look at me, pursing his lips as he blows out a hard breath. Then his smile is monumental. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. I’m going to need to hear it a lot. My ego is fragile.” I laugh, pushing away a tear. “Your ego has never been fragile.

We almost died.” “No, Zorie, we just lived.” Lennon lifts up both arms and pumps victory fists, yowling. “We’re alive! We won!

Ahoy! I sailed on a deserted sea for months and have finally spotted land. Fertile land. Land better than I remembered. No way am I turning this ship around now. “What?” he whispers. “Did I say that out loud?” “Is this some dirty pirate routine? Because I’ve really got a thing for Anne Bonny.

You want to take a shower while I’m looking?” He squints and holds up a finger. “That came out wrong. While I’m looking for wood. In the forest.” I snort a little laugh. “Or the other thing,” he says. “Just get the firewood.” His smile is playful. “If you change your mind, holler.” “Aye, aye, Captain.