17 Quotes by Katherine Webber

I wonder what it feels like. To be so fast you can get away whenever you want and to be so sure of yourself that you don't care who is watching.

The word dead echoed in the room. It ricocheted around all the corners. It stopped and whispered in all our ears and then it screamed in our faces and then it went out the door before we could stop it.

They've disappeared somewhere I can't follow.

He's everywhere, Wing. Everything I do makes me think of him. And the thing is, I don't want to make new memories without him. I want to hold onto everything that makes me think of him.

A color that doesn't have a word yet, and I love it.

A dark, cold feeling is spreading through me like frost on a windshield on a winter morning.

But my happiness is a squishy kind of happiness, squeezing itself in where it can fit, pushing around all the sadness and the stress and the pressure, finding any empty spot, any crevice, and filling it. Don’t mind me, it says. I won’t bother anyone. I know this is a room for sadness, but I just need a little corner. I try to kick it out, because it isn’t welcome here, it didn’t even come wearing black, but it won’t go. It’s a stubborn guest. One that I secretly want to stay.

I know that when you’re happy, you shine. And I love it when you laugh, I love the sound, and I feel it.” He sits back and gestures with his hands around his chest. He does feel my feather giggles.

These aren’t the kind of tears that give you a sense of relief or wash the pain away. These tears hurt. Each and every one has made the perilous journey from my heart to my eyes. I feel like with every tear I’m losing a little bit more of who I thought my brother was, but I can’t stop them. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.