1,656 Quotes About Four

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

Okay, okay.” I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so it’s right over my heart. “Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?”“Yes.”“Feel how steady it is?”“It’s fast.”“Yes, well, that has nothing to do with the box.” I wince as soon as I’m donespeaking. I just admitted to something. Hopefully he doesn’t realize that.

I don’t know how long it takes for me to realize that isn’t going to happen,that she is gone. But when I do I feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

What did you do?" I scream."You die, I die too.

All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.

Sometimes, all it takes to save people from a terrible fate is one person willing to do something about it. Even if that "something" is a fake bathroom break.