This Is Where It Ends

We're more than our mistakes. We're more than what people expect of us.

You can't always keep your loved ones with you. You can't always settle your life in one place. The world was made to change. But as long as you cherish the memories and make new ones along on the way, no matter where you are, you'll always be at home.

I didn't need to die for him to kill me.

I never realized that courage was so terrifying.

Grief is one big, gaping hole, isn’t it? It’s everywhere and all consuming. Some days you think you can’t go on because the only thing waiting for you is more despair. Some days you don’t want to go on because it’s easier to give up than to get hurt again.

You can do far more than you ever imagined.

Dad always told me there are more stories in the universe than stars in the sky. And in every story, there's the light of hope. That's why the seniors sent lanterns up to the sky-to make sure the darkness is never absolute.

Together we could be so strong, but the gun has made us individuals.

It’s easier to know who I’m not than to know who I am. When everyone expects me to fail, it’s easier to give up than to try.

We’re more than our mistakes. We’re more than what people expect of us. I have to believe that.

Everyone has a reason to fear the boy with the gun

And I know the auditorium may be big enough to hold a thousand students, but it's too small to hide just one.

there were two types of people in this world: those who belong to the soil and the good, rich earth, planting their seeds to blossom, and those who belong to the road and the endless horizons, carrying their home on their shoulders wherever they go.

We’ll watch the stars fade and the moon disappear. We’ll watch the sun set fire to the horizon. And we’ll talk about the future one last time before it’s actually upon us.

You have to ask yourself how you can become the best you can be.

The only two people who matter now are in front of me- the boy who broke me and the girl who put me back together.

It was the truest thing she said that night, as we both lied to each other.

One step after another after another. It doesn't matter what comes next as long as I keep moving forward.

I don’t feel panic or shock. There’s just a sense of defeat. This is it.

The only things that give us purpose are the stories that tie us together. We

She refuses to share her grief with me - or anyone. Even when she smiles, she isn't the girl she used to be.

You can do far more than you ever imagined. If you don’t believe that, at least believe me.

I launch myself at Tomás. I want to pound his chest and tell him he was a fool for risking himself. He shouldn’t have done it for me. Never for me. But my arms wrap around his shoulders. He smells of horses and home. He startles—then he returns the hug. My brother. No matter how far I push him away, he will pick me up again and piece me together. “Te extrañé.” I whisper the words into his chest. “I missed you too,” he replies. His voice brims with feelings.

This is how I shape our future.

Terror is our strongest force because we're only afraid when we have something to lose - our lives, our loves. . . our dignity.

Stories remind me of heroes and possibilities. Stories remind me that I'm not the only one to deal with this. Stories make me feel less alone.

This morning, I wished I could escape to anywhere, be anything. Now all my dreams are out of reach, and

it felt as if he and I walked the same road, but each of us was going in a different direction. “You’ve