To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.

and I've always known it, the way I love a song I hear for the first time, even before I know all the words, the way I love my favorite color, and the way that the train would speed past my bedroom when it was very quiet and I'd feel it in my stomach rushing through me. I love you in a way that I've never felt needed to be said.

I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum." "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes. "Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

You can try to please everyone and risk accomplishing nothing, or go for your dreams and risk pissing a few people off.

It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.