Quotes from Robyn Schneider

Come on, Cooper, we're going. Cassidy doesn't want to talk to us right now because she's mad I figured out why we broke up.

I'm so sorry. I always felt like there was something off about me, and now I know. I'm broken.' It wrecked me all over again to hear her say that. 'You're not broken.' 'Then how come I can't be fixed?' she asked, shaking as she held back to. 'If I'm not broken, how come no one can fix me?

Here's a secret," I said. "There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

They were cold from her diet soda, and it was over in an instant. But she didn't move away. Instead, she sat down with her jeans touching mine and leaned her head on my shoulder. I could feel the flutter of her eyelashes against my neck with every blink, and we sat there for a while, breathing quietly together, listening to the thrum of traffic on University Drive and the gurgle of the creek.

To Cassidy, the panopticon wasn't a metaphor. It was the greatest failing of everything she was, a prison she had built for herself out of an inability to appear anything less than perfect. And so she ghosted on, in relentless pursuit of escape, not from society, but from herself. She would always be confined by what everyone expected of her, because she was too afraid and too unwilling to correct our imperfect imaginings.

because most people just exist, and that's all. I don't know if he's right, but I do know that I spent a long time existing, and now, I intend to live.

I cried for my brokenness, for the way her words had crippled me, and for the three unspoken words I'd been carrying with me for a while now, and how quickly one of them had changed.

A beginning of an unfinished conversation that I didn't have the guts to take control of.

Quién nos iba a decir que la clase de bienestar serviría para algo… —bromeó. —¡Chis! estoy intentando besarte —protesté.

Made you a Picasso this morning." Nick smirked, presenting the nutritionist with his tray, upon which he'd arranged his tofu sausage, eggs, and English muffin into the unmistakable shape of a penis.

I'd never before walked out of a classroom with my mind racing because of what I'd learned, and I wanted to savor the feeling as long as possible. It was as though my brain was suddenly capable of considering the world with far more complexity , as though there was so much more to see and do and learn.

Y lo malo de tratar de burlar a la muerte es que siempre tienes las de perder.

Es así como se consigue una vida maravillosa. Debes asegurarte de tener suficientes días buenos que recuperar.

Porque estoy seguro de que las formas de sufrimiento en este mundo se cuentan por cientos, por millares tal vez. Y ninguno de esos números pertenece a la misma escala. Todos te lastiman de manera distinta y no hay modo de cuantificarlos. Duelen demasiado y no lo bastante al mismo tiempo. —Estoy

Delete," he said. "I keep telling you." But I couldn't. Even though I wasn't sure what the point was anymore. No one kept in touch, they just kept up. And then, when they couldn't keep up anymore, they forgot. I

There's a difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

Qué raro que todo hubiera cambiado tanto pero los cartones de leche siguieran siendo los mismos.

And then I fucking started coughing, right there in his office.

The finality of her leaving allowed me to reclaim the places that had once been ours as mine, to say good-bye to my childhood parks and hiking trails rather than grasping for lost moments with a lost girl who refused to be found.

Because I made a decision that year, to start mattering in a way that had nothing to do with sports teams or plastic crowns, and the reality is, I might have made that decision without her, or if I'd never fallen in love with a girl who considered love to be the biggest disaster of all.

I read somewhere that the hair and fingernails on dead bodies don't actually grow, it just looks like they do because the skin contracts as the body dries out. So it's possible to lie even in death, to deceive people from beyond the

Breathing: the miracle cure everyone's been looking for." -Lane-

Sadie me sonrió, y yo tuve la sensación de que el universo se sostenía gracias a ella.

I'm an immortal, hundred-year-old vampire.