Marieke Nijkamp Quotes

I don't feel panic or shock. There's just a sense of defeat. This is it.

It doesn't have to be a happily ever after or a happily always. Just a happily once. A happily sometimes. Hope. That'd make our pain worth it.

It's easier to know who I'm not than to know who I am. When everyone expects me to fail, it's easier to give up than to try.

The word pain does too much work, you know? It's like sorry, which really shouldn't have to carry both "I sympathize" and "this is all my fault.

Together we could be so strong, but the gun has made us individuals.

Love me or hate me if you want, I don't care. But do it for all that I am, with all that I am.

But together we held our darkness up to the light, and it became easier to carry because we were not alone.

You can do far more than you ever imagined.

But I live here, in this place. And I don't know how to tell you that. I don't want you to squirm, or take my hand and say it's tragic. I don't want you to roll your eyes as though I'm playing a macho game of one-upmanship: My pain can beat up everyone else's adolescent pain, so I'll just be over here in the corner, savoring the depths of my stoic suffering and shedding no more than a single tear when I listen to every single cover of "Hurt" and "Hallelujah" on repeat. No, you can't help me. Don't try to help me. Please try to help me.

You're my best friend. I love you endless days and endless nights. You're stuck with me.

We fly to an otherworldly place, one that does not play by the same rules. The evergreens wear an armor of snow. The air shimmers with cold.

But as much as the town believed in her, they still didn't value her enough to save her. And I lost myself to the world outside the town's borders. I forgot about her too.

Terror is our strongest force because we're only afraid when we have something to lose - our lives, our loves. . . our dignity.

The stars we see in the night sky are so far away that it takes years for us to see it when they die. I can't help but wonder if Kyra had burned out long before I left - and if we simply hadn't seen it.

We're more than our mistakes. We're more than what people expect of us.

If you're afraid, think about tomorrow, because tomorrow will be a new day. Tomorrow, there'll be new chances, I'll be home.

To find magic in the mending.

There are no words in that fleeting moment between hope and the knowledge. There is no way to express how a heart can burst and break at the same time, how the sun can cut through the darkness but will case shadows everywhere.

It'd be easy to get lost here, in the spaces where I feel like a ghost. A spirit who couldn't touch, or be touched. It'd be easy, so easy, to drown. But I keep swimming back towards the shore.

You're brave." Lorna said. "I'm not," I assured her, trying not to bristle. I hate being called brave. It's almost as bad as inspiring.

The only things that give us purpose are the stories that tie us together. We

You have to ask yourself how you can become the best you can be.

Dad would call it my Sisyphus toll. Push a boulder up a hill, pretending it's okay, and come nightfall it - and I - come crashing down. But he forgets the view each time I make it to the top.

You can't always keep your loved ones with you. You can't always settle your life in one place. The world was made to change. But as long as you cherish the memories and make new ones along on the way, no matter where you are, you'll always be at home.

This is how I will remember her. And with every corner I turn, I will still expect to see her. With every constellation I observe, I'll wonder about stories as well as science. I'll build a bridge to her. I'll look for falling stars.

I would give up every single star in the night sky to have another day with her.

She refuses to share her grief with me - or anyone. Even when she smiles, she isn't the girl she used to be.

Losing is only permanent if you stop trying.

Death is a thief... It slips into our lives and steals what we care about most. It breaks us, and even when we piece ourselves together again, the pain remains.

By the third day, everyone...had passed her at least half a dozen times, and they seemed to have forgotten about her entirely. "It gives me a chance to look ...from a different perspective...".

Intent only takes us so far. It's a shield people hide behind, but not a weapon.

Dad always told me there are more stories in the universe than stars in the sky. And in every story, there's the light of hope. That's why the seniors sent lanterns up to the sky-to make sure the darkness is never absolute.