46 Quotes About Celeste-ng

I know what to do . . . I just can't do it.

Please, Marilyn thinks. In this word is all she cannot phrase, even to herself. Please come back, please let me start over, please stay. Please.

He had been the only one listening for so long.

Later she would wonder if this had made her miss her chance, or if she had ever had a chance at all.

He never completed the sentence, but in his imagined future, he floated away, untethered.

1981 glistening in his eyes like a beautiful far-off star.

Looking out over the lake, she could not know that in three months she would be at its bottom.

James is all too familiar with this kind of forgetting . . . he has felt it every day—that short-lived lull, then the sharp nudge to the ribs that reminded you that you didn't belong.

He remembers again, and he is always angrier than before.