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Lauren Oliver

Before I Fall

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b1784340806har citeretfor 4 år siden
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray thee, Lord, my soul to take
Lola Lobahar citeretfor 2 år siden
Don’t drink and love.
xbghar citeretfor 4 år siden
Some things are better left buried and forgotten, as my mom would say.
iidiotequehar citeretfor 4 år siden
and if screaming were a feeling it would be this.
Alvita Rdhar citeretfor 5 år siden
the way the morning light turns the walls in my bedroom the color of cream, or the way the azaleas outside my window smell in July, a mixture of honey and cinnamon.
June Sen Marudohar citeretfor 7 år siden
That’s the thing about best friends. That’s what they do. They keep you from spinning off the edge.
June Sen Marudohar citeretfor 7 år siden
So many things become beautiful when you really look.
June Sen Marudohar citeretfor 7 år siden
“She was my best friend, you know?
June Sen Marudohar citeretfor 7 år siden
A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.
June Sen Marudohar citeretfor 7 år siden
It’s weird how much you can know about someone without knowing ev
June Sen Marudohar citeretfor 7 år siden
I used to think that’s what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.
June Sen Marudohar citeretfor 7 år siden
Here’s another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you’re dead, it’s the only thing that keeps you alive.
June Sen Marudohar citeretfor 7 år siden
And thinking never did anybody any good, no matter what your teachers and parents and the science-club freaks tell you.
shanhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
I’m not scared, if that’s what you’re wondering. The moment of death is full of sound and warmth and light, so much light it fills me, absorbs me: a tunnel of light shooting away, arcing up and up and up, and if singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing…
shanhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
rides up and down the beach on Cape Cod, and she would tug on my ponytail to direct me one way or the other; how soft and furry her head was when she was first born; that the first time you kiss someone you’ll be nervous, and it will be weird, and it won’t be as good as you want it to be, and that’s okay; how you should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back. But before I can get any of it out, she’s scrambling away from me on her hands and knees, squealing.
shanhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
This is such a weird Izzy-answer I can’t think of a response to it, so I just reach forward and squeeze her. There are so many things I want to tell her, so many things she doesn’t know: like how I remember when she first came home from the hospital, a big pink blob with a perma-smile, and she used to fall asleep while grabbing on to my pointer finger; how I used to give her piggyback
shanhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
“Do—do the other kids ever make fun of you? For how you talk?”

I feel her stiffen underneath her layers and layers. “Sometimes.”

“So why don’t you do something about it?” I say. “You could learn to talk differently, you know.”

“But this is my voice.” She says it quietly but with insistence. “How would you be able to tell when I was talking?”
shanhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
The one thing that can get Izzy moving that quickly is a toasted cinnamon raisin bagel with peanut butter, and I imagine being able to give her a cinnamon raisin bagel with peanut butter every single day for the rest of her life, filling a whole house with them.
shanhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
I like to think it’s true. I like to think that later on people will say, Izzy looks just like her sister, Sam.
shanhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
My point is: maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around in it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it.

But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.
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