94 Quotes by Amy Zhang

She wasn’t here to make memories. She was here for the flashing lights and the sweat and the smoke and the feel of someone else’s skin against hers.

Because Liz Emerson held so much darkness within her that closing her eyes didn’t make much of a difference at all.

That’s what high school’s for. You make plans and you don’t follow through. You dream and you can be brave when you’re dreaming, brave enough to imagine that there’s actually a yourself to find, brave enough to finish projects even though you were never born with endings, brave enough to plan volunteer trips even though you’d probably be dead of asphyxiation by the time you’re there because you’re always holding your breath as if that can keep you together.

He is rainwater and smoke and wishes. He is honey and wind and bitter as truth and sharp with hurting and endlessly, unbearably sweet. He is air, finally, endlessly.

Purification. You burn everything, you burn and burn and burn, and you start over.

I put my hand in my pocket and squeeze my rocks and wonder if there is a word for the marks you get on your palm when you squeeze something so hard that the skin is on the verge of ripping.

Some things are easier to forget than other things, I’m noticing.

The world is so big and beautiful and infinite that we don’t need to pretend.

And tonight – tonight, that was what she wished for. She wished to be happy, and fell asleep with an extra sky watching over her.