“Maybe it is desperation," I say. "Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“Look," Linden says. " Look how beautiful it is." "The sunrise?" I ask. "The start of a new day," Linden says. "Being… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I keep staggering forward because I have to, but what Linden said last night is true: It’s not much of a plan.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Linden just wants to protect her, is what I want to say. She's all he has. I left him. I'm at arms… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“She was right. There is no finality to a funeral. Linden is gone and I saw him go, but there’s still the… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“I watch the perfectly imperfect people several stories below, living their perfectly imperfect lives, and I think about how many decades will have to… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
You have a way of looking at things. You make it seem as though everything's going to be okay. I can't imagine a more… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
“Rhine: It's okay that you miss her. She was the love of your life. Linden: Not the only love. It feels wrong to think… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
“She strokes my cheeks with the side of her hand – a repetitive, wispy motion. Like little ghost kisses.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
“Now isn't the time to be angry with my brother, but I suppose the anger I feel for him never goes away. I cover… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
“This isn’t living, what all of us are doing. We drive down long, dilapidated back roads.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
“I don't know how it happens. We move our faces at the same time, and then our lips are touching. I've lost my worries.… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
Suddenly the clouds seem high above us. They’re moving over us in an arch, circling the planet. They have seen abysmal oceans and charred,… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
“I wonder if the people of the ground ever feel that their children are too big for their world, too.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share
