Robin Roe Quotes

I walk the perimeter of the fence, and try to summon what I used to feel back when I thought I could bend time and spoons. I touch the red grains in the wood. I have a vague memory of doing that.

But whenever I would imagine leaving, I'd see the blue sky like the ocean - no walls or shore or end in sight. And I'd see myself disappear.

She said no one is evil, only unhappy, and unhappiness festers inside like sores.

I used to think struggle was what aged you, but if that were the case, Julian should have been a hundred years old. Now I wonder if the opposite is true. Maybe instead of accelerating your age, pain won't let you grow.

Then as he's tucking me into bed, he's supposed to ask, How many stars?
On a great day I'm supposed to say nine or ten. But if it was amazing, the best day I ever had, I'm supposed to cheat and say something like ten thousand stars.

Why is time like that? Why does it slow down in the places you don't want it to, but it speeds away when you're happy?

It's like we're back inside the center of the labyrinth and I'm struck with so much regret and so much love, it's worse than a heart attack.

Sometimes when I can't sleep and I'm trying to think good thoughts, I imagine the magical place between worlds, the place in the flash where Elian's ship disappears before to reappears again. In that split second maybe time slows down, and he can see all the invisible places. And maybe, sometimes, he sees them.

When someone says something, they automatically know what to say back. But for me it's as if the pathway between my brain and mouth is damaged, like a rare form of paralysis.

The wind picks up, but instead of putting his sweatshirt back on, he just fits the hood over his head. As he walks forward, it billows behind him like a cape.

She says some people have souls so big that they spread out, touching everyone they pass

It's strange how many ways there are to miss someone. You miss the things they did and who they were, but you also miss who you were to them. The way everything you said and did was beautiful or entertaining or important. How much you mattered

She always wore dresses, and she was pretty like an angel or someone's mother.

If I really had powers, I could turn off pain the way I can shut my eyes. But I can't. I feel it. Skin doesn't get thicker. Instead, it remembers.

Hate ricochets, but kindness does too.

I have this ache inside, like how you might feel if you slept through Christmas.

My mother once said that the planet was like an enormous womb, and every single one of us was a fetus. Death was nothing to be afraid of. It was just birth to another world, and someone would be waiting for us there.

Monday is like all Mondays. Like I'm sitting at the bottom of a pool, listening underwater to people living up above.

I know what I think, but people don't want you to say what you think. They want you to say what they think. And knowing what that is isn't easy.

When you know you're going to tell someone everything, you see your day through your eyes and theirs, as if they're living it alongside you. But when you don't, it isn't only not seeing double - it's not seeing at all. Because if they aren't there, you aren't either.

Minutes tick by and I keep sitting on the couch alone and drinking my soda, feeling so awkward I want to leave, but feeling so lonely that I can't.