Quotes from Robyn Schneider

Grief is a strange thing. I'd thought, for the longest time, that being at Latham was a constant grieving for an answer. Live or die. Return home or succumb. But it wasn't grief at all. It was fear.

It's strange how we can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the thing that hurt the most are the once we had.

Cassidy sat down next to me, her dress teasing me as it fluttered in the breeze.

I'd listen to whatever songs were on the radio, not because I liked them, but because they were my tarot cards. If the songs were good, it would be a good day. If they were bad, I'd probably get a B on a quiz.

You can sound your barbaric yawp over the rooftops . . . or suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune . . . or seize the day . . . or sail away from the safe harbor . . . or seek a newer world . . . or rage against the dying of the light

Exhibía una expresión tan seria a la luz de la luna… Como si de verdad creyese que en el mundo reina la justicia, que a las buenas personas les suceden cosas buenas y que lo contrario solo es la excepción que confirma la regla.

I'm not ashamed of myself. I'm ashamed that the world isn't good enough yet. Because it should be.

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.

We have all been fooled into believing in people who are entirely imaginary, made-up prisoners in a hypothetical panopticon. But the point isn't whether or not you believe in imaginary people; it's whether or not you want to.

Except that's the thing about dying, or experiencing death. It happens, but it's never over.

You can't end a relationship by ignoring it, you can only hurt the other person's feelings and make the inevitable breakup even worse.

I read once that we're all just dead stars looking back up at the sky, because everything we're made of, even the haemoglobin in our blood, comes from the moment before a star dies.

There are some things you shouldn't overhear, some things that are too terrible to comprehend when other people are discussing them, even though they're happening to you.

But second chances aren't forever. And even miracles have an expiration date.

It's so strange how the moment of your birth is this fixed point in time, but the hour of your death is always changing based on what you eat for dinner, or where you cross the street, or who you trust when you're alone in the dark woods. But I like to think of all those little moments that add up to the final one, because it meant that my death would be my own, the result of my life, and not just something that happened to me.

And I know that I'll eventually need to figure out what I want to do with my life, but right now, enjoying it seems like a pretty good option, since it's not like I can have what I really want.

There's a difference between missing someone and mourning them…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.

We have all been fooled into believing in people who are entirely imaginary—made-up prisoners in a hypothetical panopticon. But the point isn't whether or not you believe in imaginary people; it's whether or not you want to.

Once again, my hands itched for my phone. My mom always complained I was addicted to the thing, but this wasn't true; I just didn't like sitting around with nothing to do, wasting time instead of spending it.

But the thing about being a disaster in middle school is that the shame of it never fully goes away. Even after your braces are off and your hair is exactly the way girls wear it on Tumblr, underneath it all, you're still just as unsure whether someone actually likes you, or is only talking to you so they can laugh about it afterward.

Sharpen that wit of yours anymore and someone might think you actually have a point.

It's funny how small moments can ruin everything.

A weird twist in the fabric of the universe

Because the thing about miracles is that they're not answers, no matter how much we want them to be. If anything, they're even more troubling questions.