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What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.
You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.
Imagine who she would be if we unleashed her onto the world. I think she would rip the breath from all of us.
A blind man can see what she feels for you and you for her. Your souls are not merely entwined; they are fused.
Never underestimate the value of knowing another's language. It can be far more powerful than swords and arrows.
I've been passionate about two things in my life. One was Christina Alibrandi. The other is Josephine Alibrandi.
She comes from the school of getting it out of your system, whereas he comes from the school of stewing over it.
We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors," she told him once. "I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died.
Oh God, Frankie, I breathe in rhythm with that man. You think that's not my flesh and blood after all these years?
Your problems are out there. But they're small. They only grow out of proportion when they climb inside your head.
I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.
Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.
If I want more, I need to go and get it, demand it, take hold of it with all my might, and do the best I can with it.
I don't care what my friends think." "You care what they'l do when they remember that you're the one with personality.
Do you love me?’ he asked instead. ‘Because if you don’t, I’d wait until you did. I’d wait weeks and months and years.
I wasn't there that day to get on the three forty-seven to Yass", he says. "I was there to throw myself in front of it.
Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.
Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.
A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the Jellicoe Road.
You shy, Francesca?” Javier asks me later on. I shake my head. “Not really.” I’m just sad, I want to say. And I’m lonely.
He bursts out laughing. It's short, as if he regretted allowing me to make him laugh, but the satisfaction's already mine.
I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.
I didn't realize until those few days how much a hug meant. To have someone hold you could be the greatest medicine of all.
God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.
Later, when they were almost asleep he had called out to her. 'Finke?' 'Yeah?' 'We'll make a great team. You plant. I build.
We're so different. You're an intellectual. I'm an idiot." "Don't say that," I yelled. "You're not an idiot, you stupid idiot.
His father's made us paint half this town and if we stick around any longer he'll make us paint the rest of it." -Jonah Griggs
I'm very disturbed to find out that the leader of the Townies has a soul and I'm beginning to develop a bit of a crush on him.
If we forget who we lost, then we forget who we once were, and if we forget who we once were, we lose sight of who we are now.
And at that moment Jude thought something that he would never forgive himself for. He wished that he had never met any of them.
She knows that feeling too. Of believing that each time someone says her name, it’s to tell her that something bad has happened.
He came third in the state for woodwork,” Francesca explains. “We actually had to be proud of him for a whole week. Tough times.
he knew that a part of his life was complete and that whatever path he chose, he would experience the ache of unfulfilled dreams.
Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.
I want to be sitting in front of my computer, where you can press a button to block out your junk mail. These two are my junk mail.
I'm sick and tired of you people living interstate and overseas from people you want to be with. You're ruining my life! All of you!
You know what? You didn't do anything wrong. I did. It's this dumb thing I do. I look into things and see more than I'm supposed to.
I hope you're not smoking in front of her,' Lucia says to him. 'Yeah, I lie in bed and puff in her face, Lucia,' he says, irritated.
you grab at any sign of hope. You grab it with both hands and breathe life into it, day after day. You do anything to keep it alive.
It's called peaceful coexistence, Santangelo. You should try it and if it works we may sell the idea to the Israelis and Palestinians
Unexpectedly, a fierce sense of protectiveness comes over me. Except I fight it back because I can hardly look after myself these days.
Josie, life is not a Mills and Boon book. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.
We look at each other for a moment and for once I feel awkward. It's not that I'm not into humility; I've just never had to practise it.
I just want it to go back to the way it was." "It'll never go back to the way it was, Frankie. But you have to make sure it goes forward.
Somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.
I walk down the steps of the verandah towards her and with shaking hands she holds my face between them, sobbing, "Look at my beautiful girl.
Froi heard Zabat's voice echo over and over again throughout the gorge. Wonderful. The gods had found a way of multiplying the idiot's voice.
I think you'll just have to wait for that Loser of the Month tiara a little while longer while I wear it, with pride, around my neighborhood.
I think I'm a bit in love with these girls. They make me feel giddy. Like I haven't a care in the world. Like I'm fearless. Like I used to be.
Land?' Froi whispered. 'You're giving them land? I'm not worth the valley.' 'You're worth a kingdom,' Finnikin said, turning back to the crowd.