You do not write your life with words…You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.
Who cares even if I didn’t?! Conor shouted back. They’re just stupid berries. Woo-hoo, so scary. Oh, please, please, save me from the berries!The monster looked at him quizzically. How strange, it said. The words you say tell me you are scared of the berries, but your actions seems to suggest otherwise.
Being a leader is making the people you love hate you a little more each day.
So we forgive each other?” The crooked smile climbs up one more time. “Again?”
And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.
“Always,” I say to him. “Every time.
It’s not that you should never love something so much that it can control you.
It’s that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.
It’s not a weakness.
It’s your best strength.
People see stories everywhere…We take random events and we put them together in a pattern so we can comfort ourselves with a story, no matter how much it obviously isn’t true…We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we’d go crazy.
Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.
And if one day,’ she said, really crying now, ‘you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldn’t even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to that is was okay. It was okay. That I knew. I know, okay? I know everything you need to tell me without you having to say it out loud.
And then his noise falls completely silent-And he stops struggling-And looking right into my eyes-He dies.My Todd dies.