The Bones Beneath My Skin

You think yourself alone. You think yourself lost. We wanted to show you that there was so much more than this place. We didn't come to hurt you. We didn't come to save you. Only you can do that. We came to be your friend. To make you understand that, in the end, you are never alone.

know,” she said, and he believed her. “You’re all capable of such great and terrible things. And in such a short amount of time. You are surrounded by millions of those like you, yet you can still feel alone. You’re so angry and powerful and wonderful. And so fragile. You can break into pieces and feel so lost. I didn’t get that. Not … before. I don’t think any of us did. You’re complex and yet so simple at the same time. It’s a dichotomy that shouldn’t be possible. When you smile, it’s like the sun is out. When you cry, it’s like you’re trapped in shadows and you can’t find your way back to the light. You can hold a gun to your enemy’s head and pull the trigger in the name of what you call God. You drop bombs and scorch the ground beneath your feet. You hurt each other. You love each other. You scream words that fall on deaf ears. You hate that others aren’t like you. They scare you, even though they want nothing more than to be you. You make yourselves a home out of nothing. You carry each other until your knees give out and you stumble. It’s almost impossible to understand. None of us could get that. Not until they felt a heart beating in a chest like I have. Not until I felt the bones beneath my skin. We’re not alike. Not really. We’re separated by time and space. And yet, somehow, we’re all made of dust and stars. I think we’d forgotten that. And I don’t know if you ever knew that to begin with. How can you be alone when we’re all the same?” Nate blinked away the burn in his eyes.

I know now,' she said. What it means to be human.' He wiped away her tears. 'What?' 'It means having your heart broken. There is nothing more human than a broken heart.

We're not alike. Not really. We're separated by time and space. And yet, somehow, we're all made of dust and stars. We'd forgotten that.

They must have been listening,“ Art said, shrugging slightly. “The sun is shining, and maybe they just needed some encouragment. The earth is like that, you know. It needs to hear that someone is waiting for it. People are like that too, I think.

I can like dolls and study UFOs at the same time. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I’m not capable of deciding what my interests should be.

I’m sure your parents wouldn’t mind if you became someone you liked instead of the person you are. It’s better to be happy a little bit than to not be happy at all.

I just think it’s important sometimes to be remembered for what you lived for rather than what you died for.

It's easier, I think, to stay lost. But when you're found, when you open your eyes, you can finally see the truth for what it is.

You're so bread," Art finally said. "I can't wait to see you toasted.

I taste chickpeas in my mouth. Being vegan is the absolute worst". - Artemis Darth Vader

Maybe this place is like a bright beacon in a vast, dark space. Maybe they see potential of us, but also how easily we could be lost. It's a fine balance, don't you think? The line between love and fire is very thin.

They were beneath a universe of stars, brighter than he'd ever seen before. They seemed to stretch on forever, more so than he could possibly comprehend. He'd never felt so small in his entire life.

took his fill, just as she took hers. Everything hurt. She said, “I wondered what you would be like. Humans. What you would be capable of. How your minds would work. How your hearts would beat. You are animals. Fierce and wild. You are harsh and brutal and beautiful. There is no one like you in all the universe. You have the power for such destruction within you. And such joy. It’s a dichotomy that shouldn’t exist, and yet here it is. Within you. Within all of you.” She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Each cheek. The tip of his nose. “I’m glad we found you. I’m glad he has you. Remember that when you look up at the stars.

nothing more than to be you. You make yourselves a home out of nothing. You carry each other until your knees give out and you stumble. It’s almost impossible to understand. None of us could get that. Not until they felt a heart beating in a chest like I have. Not until I felt the bones beneath my skin. We’re not alike. Not really. We’re separated by time and space. And yet, somehow, we’re all made of dust and stars. I think we’d forgotten that. And I don’t know if you ever knew that to begin with. How can you be alone when we’re all the same?

You can fear what you don't understand, but in the end you can still be brave. You can still stand up for what's right.

We’re not alike. Not really. We’re separated by time and space. And yet, somehow, we’re all made of dust and stars. I think we’d forgotten that. And I don’t know if you ever knew that to begin with. How can you be alone when we’re all the same?

Which - honestly - you're all terrible at coming up with names for things. Where's the imagination? Your ancestors were so much better, even when they thought the stars were gods. I mean, who the heck looks up and says, oh look, it's my favorite, VL62. How pretty.

Just take it for what it is. Kindness. Sometimes people need it, even if they don't know how to ask for it.

We’re separated by time and space. And yet, somehow, we’re all made of dust and stars.

It's almost impossible to understand. None of us could get that. Not until they felt a heart beat in a chest like I have. Not until I felt the bones beneath my skin.

Billie sang. They danced. Yeah. He understood heartbreak all right. It was all dust and stars.

You're not toast." she said "You can be Nathaniel Cartwright. Then you can be someone else. And then if you don't like it, you can be Nathaniel Cartwright again. You're not toast. Bread doesn't have a choice. You do" ... "I'm sure your parents wouldn't mind if you became someone you liked instead of the person you are. It's better to be happy a little bit than to me not happy at all.

She said, “You almost died. If it hadn’t been for Alex, you would have died. Why?” Nate put a hand in her hair. “For you. Always for you.” She looked up at him. Her bottom lip was trembling, and her eyes were wet. A tear trickled down her cheek. “You love me.” “Yes.” “You love him.” “Yes.” “I know now,” she said. “What it means to be human.” He wiped away her tears. “What?” “It means having your heart broken. There is nothing more human than a broken heart. How am I supposed to leave you both?

You have bacon, which to be honest, I might recommend a total planet takeover just to have. Like, complete human annihilation.

Saddle up, partners. It’s time to take back our valley.

But fear can be a funny thing. You can fear what you don’t understand, but in the end, you can still be brave. You can still stand up for what’s right.

You’re all capable of such great and terrible things. And in such a short amount of time. You are surrounded by millions of those like you, yet you can still feel alone. You’re so angry and powerful and wonderful. And so fragile. You can break into pieces and feel so lost.

She shook her head. “You’re wrong. He’s not like he was before. Things have changed. He’ll need someone like you. No. You know what? Not someone like you. Just . . . you.