There's a sort of dead passion in him. A spark that, had he more years to live, would be a wildfire. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I like the idea of something greater than us. We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions. We… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
My worries always lead to dungeons; I can't imagine a worse thing than to be imprisoned for the rest of one's life,… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
So how long do you think it’ll be?” he says. “Before the next hurricane comes along to take you home.” “Can I… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
He kissed back, all the pages spread out around us like riddles waiting to be solved. Let them wait. Let my genes… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
We'll squeeze every second that we can from our lives, because we're young, and we have plenty of years to grow. We'll… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving… — 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 Image
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 Image
He says one word, nodding into the daylight. "Look." It's an astounding word. It's a gift. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“She strokes my cheeks with the side of her hand – a repetitive, wispy motion. Like little ghost kisses.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“This isn’t living, what all of us are doing. We drive down long, dilapidated back roads.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
