“Maybe not," she said as we came to the car. "But maybe that isn't so bad. You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends. The first boy is always the hardest to get over, Haven. It's just the way the world works.”
“It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.”
“But maybe that isn't so bad. You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends. The first boy is ialways the hardest to get over, Haven. It's just the way the world works.”
“Sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.”
“It's not always so simple, Haven. Sometimes there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. Sometimes even the ones you want to believe turn out to be liars.”
“My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have been able to understand what had happened to me in this summer of weddings and beginnings. And she was right. The first boy was always the hardest.”
“It was just perfect, just right all at once.”
“I knew that it wouldn’t last. It was just a moment, a perfect moment, as time stood still and fleetingly everything fell back into its proper place.”
“Everything looks different when you're older, not staring up at the world but down upon it.”
“Some things you don't have to tell. Some things, between sisters, are understood.”
“At every wedding someone stays home.”
“It’s funny how one summer can change everything.”
“I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.”
“She bought seeds and raided nurseries and mulched and composted and spent full days with her hands full of earth, coaxing life our of the dry, dull grass my father had spent years pushing a mower over.”
“He doesn’t love me. He might still love me as I was at fifteen, when I didn’t know any better. When I trusted everyone. I’m not that person any more. He’s just a boy. He was the first to really hurt me, but he’s just a boy. There were a lot of them.”
“The first boy was always the hardest.”
“We can’t be sad about it forever, you know? We’ve got to think back to the good times and just remember them; that’s all we can do. We can’t worry about the past or what happened at the end, any more. I can’t and you can’t.”
“As I stepped out to face myself in the mirror, reaching a hand to smooth away the steam, I saw myself differently. It was as if I had grown again as I slept, but this time just to fit my own size. As if my soul had expanded, filling out the gaps of the height that had burdened me all these months. Like a balloon filling slowly with air, becoming all smooth and buoyant, I felt like I finally fit within myself, edge to edge, every crevice filled.”
“A united front announcing a split.”
“I knew it then. For me and her, there wasn’t any time left to think back to that summer and the beach and a boy who charmed us and disappointed us. There was only what stretched out ahead, years full of new summers and promise, with all the time in the world left to start again. My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have been able to understand what had happened to me in this summer of weddings and beginnings. And she was right. The first boy was always the hardest.”
“I’d never been in love, never felt that surge of feeling or that fall from its graces. I’d only watched as others weathered it: my mother in her garden, Sumner on the front lawn all those years ago, Ashley sobbing from the other side of a wall. I sat kerbside with my best friend and held her, trying to shoulder some of the hurt. There’s only so much you can do, in these situations.”
“My father’s new life was progressing as planned, one neat step at a time. And I felt it, again, that same feeling I got whenever another change or shift in my life was announced to me – selling the house, Ashley’s tantrums, now the baby – that need to dig in my heels and prepare myself for the next shock and its aftermath. I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.”
“Sometimes love can be an ugly thing.”
“Sometimes there isn't a good guy or a bad guy. Sometimes even the ones you want to believe turn out to be liars.”
“The tight, throbbing feeling in my throat made me want to start sobbing, to break down, right there on an unfamiliar corner in front of a house just like my own. Everything seemed so out of control, as if even running the streets wouldn’t save me. I wondered if this was how she felt running wild at night, this lost, loose feeling that no consequence could be so harmful as the sense of staying where you were, or of being who you are. I wanted to be somewhere else, out of the range of my mother’s voice and ears, of Ashley’s pouty looks, of the News Channel 5 viewing area. A place where the sight of my sobbing would tie me to no one and no one to me.”
“I could never live out completely one full experience, one point of consciousness in time and space. My dreams, if dreams they may be called, were rhymeless and reasonless.”
“Me dolía todo y en el mundo hacía frío y hasta las estrellas me parecían malvadas, agudos trozos de blanco que sobresalían de todo aquel negro.”
“-Te dije que sonaría como una...
-No, no es así
SÍ, SÍ QUE ES ASÍ
Shhh.
ESTE ES MI INFIERNO, LO JURO. CUANDO PASE A MEJOR VIDA Y ME CASTIGUEN POR MIS PECADOS, ESTE SERÁ MI TORMENTO. VIVIRÉ RODEADO POR UN MAR DE ADOLESCENTES NIÑOSMONOS ENAMORADOS. CHAPOTEANDO EN CHARCOS DE SU PROPIA BABA.”
“The simultaneous existence and shared residence of such opposite moods and feelings is well-illustrated by Franz Schubert's assertion that whenever he sat down to write songs of love he wrote songs of pain, and whenever he sat down to write songs of pain he wrote songs of love.”
“Where does a man go when there are no more corners to turn, when he's running out of hope, out of luck, out of time?”
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