Quotes from Robyn Schneider

My miracle wasn't a cure. It was a second chance. But second chances aren't forever. And even miracles have an expiration date.

I'll keep going. Because that's all you can do in this world, no matter how strong the current beats against you, or how heavy your burden, or how tragic your love story. You keep going. It

Às vezes acho que uma tragédia vive à espreita de todo mundo; por isso, as pessoas que vão comprar leite na esquina ou que cutucam o nariz enquanto aguardam o sinal abrir estão a apenas alguns minutos de um desastre. Na vida de todos, não importa quão comum seja, existe um momento que se tornará extraordinário — um único embate após o qual tudo o que realmente é importante vai acontecer.

You'll never escape the panopticon thinking like that.

So I went to sleep thinking of her, of the curve of her back in a light cotton dress, of her hair twisted up into its crown of braids, of her, leaping from the zenith of the plastic swing set and clearing the sandbox, turning a neat lap around the whole of Eastwood, California, while I stood there, trapped in the dreariness of it all, numbly watching.

But that morning, standing at the window of my dorm roomas I buttoned my shirt, I felt like an entirely different person. It was as though someone had taken an eraser to my life and, instead of getting rid of the mess, had rubbed away all the parts that I'd wanted to keep.

This was one of the last weekends before we'd be the seniors, and I was thinking about what that meant. About how these rituals of prom, the luau, and graduation that we'd watched for years were suddenly personal.

Everything of who I was and who I wanted to be had been evicted to make room for this disease.

You could roll the same side over and over again, the laws of the universe intact and unchanging with each turn. It's only when you consider the past that the odds change. That things become less and less likely." -Lane-

The way i figured it, keeping quiet was safe. Words could betray you if you chose the wrong ones, or mean less if you used too many.

I learned three things that night: 1) sharing a bed is't nearly as intimate as making out in a too-small back seat, 2) inexplicably, some bras unhook in the front, 3) Cassidy hadn't known I was Jewish.

I'm the one erased. Or I guess I'm not even that, because the thing about being erased is that first you have to leave a mark.

SOMETIMES I THINK that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them, that the people buying milk in their pajamas or picking their noses at stoplights could be only moments away from disaster. That everyone's life, no matter how unremarkable, has a moment when it will become extraordinary—a single encounter after which everything that really matters will happen.

Achievement unlocked.

But the thing was:although I might not have been dying,I wasn't really living,either

And so we sat there in the sickening sillage of the truth, neither of us angry, or upset, just muddling through this shared sorrow, this collective pity. And as much as I wanted to sound my tragic wail over the rooftops, and let go of the day, and crawl back toward that safe harbor, and give in to the dying of the light, and to do all of those unheroically injured things that people never write poems about, I didn't.

Everyone's life, not matter how unremarkable, has a singular tragic encounter after which everything that really matters will happen. That moment is the catalyst - the first step in the equation. But knowing the first step will get you nowhere - it's what comes after that determines the result.

Screw being sensible. Being trouble is so much more fun.

Because the way I figure it, everyone gets a tragedy.

Ezra, you're being ridiculous. I'm over it. That's what girls do; they get angry, and then they get over it. Haven't you ever been friends with a girl before?

I don't see the point in caffeine without coffee. Or coffee without caffeine, for that matter.

She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close to but never really have just for yourself.

So anyway, I'm sorry I was a dick.' 'It's fine,' I said. 'No, shut up, I'm atoning.

In AP Bio, I learned that the cells in our body are replaced every seven years, which means that one day I'll have a body full of cells that were never sick. But it also means that the parts of me that knew and loved Sadie will disappear. I'll still remember loving her, but it'll be a different me who loved her. And maybe this is how we move on. We grow new cells to replace the grieving ones, diluting our pain until it loses potency.