who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at anyone who tries. Lauren DeStefano More Quotes by Lauren DeStefano More Quotes From Lauren DeStefano Fate, I think, is a thief. Lauren DeStefano thieves fate thinking My sisters were in that van. Lauren DeStefano vans my-sister I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place. Lauren DeStefano effort doe way I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like. Lauren DeStefano parent might thinking There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free, escaped. And if she were here now, she would say, "Go. Lauren DeStefano girl broken bye I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky. Lauren DeStefano natural sky My head is my favorite swimming pool. Lauren DeStefano pool swimming my-favorite The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me. Lauren DeStefano impression writing character It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space. Lauren DeStefano ocean space islands Tell freedom I said hello. Lauren DeStefano hello said Did you tell freedom hello for me? Lauren DeStefano hello inspiration Tell me about yourself." "Myself?" He looks confused. "Yes," I say, patting the mattress. "You know all there is to know," he says, sitting beside me. "Not true," I say. "Where were you born? What's your favourite season? Anything." "Here. Florida," he says. "I remember a woman in a red dress with curly brown hair. Maybe she was my mother, I'm not sure. And summer. What about you?" The last part is said with a smile. He smiles so infrequently that I consider each one a trophy. Lauren DeStefano confused mother summer There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties. Lauren DeStefano lips going-away hair Bet you never eat, he says. Bet you drink up the oxygen like it's butter. Bet you can go for days on nothing but thoughts. Lauren DeStefano drink oxygen So how long do you think it’ll be?” he says. “Before the next hurricane comes along to take you home.” “Can I tell you my biggest fear?” I say. “Yes. Tell me.” “That it will be a very windless four years. Lauren DeStefano home years thinking Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway. Lauren DeStefano shadow husband hands It isn’t a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in. Lauren DeStefano heart giving children I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood. Lauren DeStefano wall swim watches A feeling can't kill you. Lauren DeStefano feelings The months fall to shards at my feet. Lauren DeStefano months feet fall
