“When I’m running, there’s always this split second when the pain is ripping through me and I can hardly breathe and all I see is color and blur—and in that split second, right as the pain crests, and becomes too much, and there’s a whiteness going through me, I see something to my left, a flicker of color […]—and I know then, too, that if I only turn my head he’ll be there, laughing, watching me, and holding out his arms. I don’t ever turn my head to look, of course. But one day I will. One day I will, and he’ll be back, and everything will be okay. And until then: I run.” IfsKnowsLooksI CanRunningPainTurnsCoursesLeftLaughingToo MuchColorArmsOne DayOkayBreatheSplitsBlurWhitenessFlicker Author:Lauren Oliver
“Mallory dropped her head to the steering wheel. "Look, I'm mad at you, okay? This isn't about me. I know my painful memories are relative. My life is good. I'm lucky. This isn't about how poor little Mallory has had it so hard. I'm not falling apart or anything." He stroked a hand down her back. "Of course you're not. You're just holding the steering wheel up with your head for a minute, that's all.” KnowsLooksLittlesHardHandsLife IsFallCoursesMemoriesPoorMinutesLuckyOkayMadPainfulWheelsRelativeFalling ApartPainful MemoriesLife Is GoodSteeringMy Life Is Good Author:Jill Shalvis
“Look, just stop trying to annihilate yourself, okay? Because if I think you can do it, I'll make Doc pull me out today. Or I'll tell Jared. Just imagine what he would do. I imagined it for her, smiling a little through my tears. Remeber? He said no guarantees about what he would or wouldn't do to keep you here. I though of those buring kisses in the hall...thought of other kisses and other nights in her memory. My face warmed as I blushed. You fight dirty. You bet I do.” IfsThinkingTryingLooksLittlesSaidTodayFacesNightFightingCan DoMemoriesImagineTearsKissingOkayDirtyGuaranteesHallsYou Can Do ItStop Trying Author:Stephenie Meyer