emara > Books: heart-locket‎ (9)

'our eyes hold like our hands won't. i love you, he blinks. prove it, i sigh.'

'our eyes hold like our hands won't. i love you, he blinks. prove it, i sigh.'

➳ 'then i remembered it, like a physical punch in the gut, how much i loved him. really loved him. to the bone, loved him. cut me and i'd bleed him.'

➳ 'can you die from a broken heart, do you know? and if i did and they cut me wide open, would i bleed loving him?'

➳ 'i love her in the dark. i mean fuck it- i down and out love her in all spectrums of light, even the absence of it.'

➳ 'everything wonderful, everything magical, everything painful, everything beautiful and spectacular and wretched and defining that has happened to me happened with him. and i hate him for it.'

➳ 'because bj and i are unquantifiable. it's the nuances of all the ways we love each other and have loved each other and keep on accidentally loving each other and it's the intricacies of our threads we've knotted together and it's the secrets we know about each other and it's that one broken heart we share.'

'what an uncomfortable, terrible source of shame it is for the world that the victim is so often the one left with the most empathy for others

'what an uncomfortable, terrible source of shame it is for the world that the victim is so often the one left with the most empathy for others.’

'if only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam

'if only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread out on top of it. it was the best time of her life.'

'remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long moon-slit night. she was a jew feeder without a question in the world on a man's first night in mulching. and she was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl.'

'rudy steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. he must have longed for it so much. he must have loved her so incredibly hard. so hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.'

"often i wish this would all be over, liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands."

A DEFINITION NOT FOUND
IN THE DICTIONARY
not leaving: an act of trust and love,
often deciphered by children.

➻ 'and it would show me, once again, that one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.'

➻ 'don't make me feel happy. please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. look at my bruises. look at this graze. do you see the graze inside me? do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? i don't want to hope for anything anymore.'

➻ 'certainly, war meant dying, but it always shifted the ground beneath a person's feet when it was someone who had once lived and breathed in close proximity.'

➻ 'the words were on their way, and when they arrived, liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.'

➻ 'usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "i'm okay" we say. "i'm alright." but sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. that's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer- it's a question. even now, i wonder how much of my life is convinced.'

➻ 'sometimes i think my papa is an accordian. when he looks at me and smiles and breathes, i hear the notes.'

"but I think there is a magical link between you and me.
a bond that not even distance can break."

"but I think there is a magical link between you and me.
a bond that not even distance can break."

"i’m not afraid to be alone, but i’m tired of being the one left behind. i’m tired of having to rearrange my life after the people within it depart, as if i’m a puzzle and I’m now missing pieces and I will never feel that pure sense of completion again."

"but there’s also a small voice in the back of my mind, a voice that tells me, ‘you will miss so much by being so guarded."

'because i don't want your pity. because i'm holding myself together by a thread.'

'their names would be entwined—roman and iris or winnow and kitt because could you truly have one without the other?'

'he didn’t want to live in a world without
her and her words.'

'she couldn’t bear to live in a world without him.'

➻ ‘i think about how effortless it is to lose oneself in words, and yet also find who you are.’

➻ ‘your grief will never fully fade; it will always be with you—a shadow you carry in your soul—but it will become fainter as your life becomes brighter.’

➻ 'sometimes she tried to mentally trace the path that had brought her to this place, but it was too difficult to relive. it stirred up half-buried feelings in her, too dangerous to unearth at the moment.'

➻ "i don’t know who i would be without you, but you have made me in all ways better than i ever was or could have ever hoped to be.”

➻ "i pray that my days will be long at your side. let me fill and satisfy every longing in your soul. may your hand be in mine, by sun and by night. let our breaths twine and our blood become one, until our bones return to dust. even then, may i find your soul still sworn to mine.”

➻ 'i want to know everything about you, iris. i want to know your hopes and your dreams. i want to know what irritates you and what makes you smile and what makes you laugh and what you long for most in this world.'

➻ "my iris,” he said, “there is no question that you are the brave one, all on your own."

➻ 'She didn’t think he could hear her, but she hoped he could feel the force of such a whisper in his chest. how deep her love was for him.'

'a gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost grisha, a suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the barrel who had become something worse

'a gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost grisha, a suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the barrel who had become something worse.'

'every lemon will bring forth a child and the lemons will never die out.'

'every lemon will bring forth a child and the lemons will never die out.'

'the fate was every tear that anyone had ever shed for lost love. he was pain given form.'

'the fate was every tear that anyone had ever shed for lost love. he was pain given form.'

'she held him as if he were hers and she were his, and there was nothing else between them. no curses. no lies. no past wounds or mistakes. she held him as if there was only now, as if nothing mattered but this moment.'

"learn this now and learn it well, my daughter: like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. always.

"learn this now and learn it well, my daughter: like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. always."

The fear of losing each other is
always stronger than the pain we cause.

The fear of losing each other is
always stronger than the pain we cause.