The music is the void. And you're the reason why. Gayle Forman More Quotes by Gayle Forman More Quotes From Gayle Forman Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out. Gayle Forman where-she-went said past Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack. Gayle Forman dresses rain snow She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me. Gayle Forman freckles beautiful way My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face. Gayle Forman kissing cutting simple I want you to play me like a cello. Gayle Forman i-want-you want play I know that unlike that night, tonight I won't kiss her. Or touch her. Or even see her up close. Tonight, I'll listen. And that'll be enough. Gayle Forman kissing enough night I'll be your mess,you be mine That was the deal that we had signed I bought a hazmat suit to clean up your waste Gas masks,gloves,to keep us safe But now i'm alone in an empty room Staring down immaculate doom "Messy Gayle Forman empty-rooms gloves safe But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive. Gayle Forman play morning night Barrel of the gun, rounds one two three She says I have to pick: choose you, or choose me Metal to the temple, the explosion is deafening Lick the blood that covers me She’s the last one standing “Roulette” Collateral Damage, Track 11 Gayle Forman gun two blood Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me. Gayle Forman hate-me where-she-went hate And the voice grows stronger and stronger, and it’s my voice this time and it’s asking a question: How does she know? Gayle Forman stronger voice doe You don’t share me. You own me. Gayle Forman where-she-went share I don’t want to be that person, who just takes things. Gayle Forman persons want Standing here, in this quiet house where I can hear the birds chirping out back, I think I’m kind of getting the concept of closure. It’s no big dramatic before-after. It’s more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you’re sad, but you can’t be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there’ll be other vacations, other good times. Gayle Forman birds-chirping vacation thinking It would’ve been easier to die. It’s not that I want to be dead now. I don’t. I have a lot in my life that I get satisfaction from, that I love. But some days, especially in the beginning, it was so hard. And I couldn’t help but think that it would’ve been so much simpler to go with the rest of them. But you—you asked me to stay. You begged me to stay. You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow. Gayle Forman want promise thinking Everyone has hardship in their life. Everyone has pain. Gayle Forman hardship pain You talked to me, but you didn’t. I could see you having these two-sided conversations. The things you wanted to say to me. And the words that actually came out. Gayle Forman wanted conversation two You know, I thought about that a lot these last couple of years," She says in a choked voice. "About who was there for you. Who held your hand while you grieved for all that you'd lost? Gayle Forman couple hands years You?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies softly, bashfully. 'Who else? Gayle Forman manage choke i-can I know. So, I was angry with you. I didn't know why. I was angry with the world. I did know why. I hated all my therapists for being useless. I was this little ball of self-destructive fury, and none of them could do anything but tell me that I was a little ball of self-destructive fury. [...] I knew I was angry. Tell me what to do with that anger, please. Gayle Forman balls useless self
