When they'd first come out in the morning, a single flounder lay flapping and puffing in the breezeway, one sad, swollen eye looking back toward the sea.
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
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Markus Zusak
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.
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John Green
You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.
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Maggie Stiefvater
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
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E.a. Bucchianeri
Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink...
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Gabrielle Zevin
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