People, you’ll find, aren’t usually all good or all bad. Sometimes they’re a little bit of good and a whole lot of bad. And sometimes they’re mostly good with a dash of bad. And most of us, well, we fall in the middle somewhere.
“I pictured a girl who made every moment, everything she touched, and everyone around her feel lighter and sweeter. “I pictured you,” he said. “I just didn’t know what you looked like. “And then, when I did know what you looked like, you looked like the girl who was all those things. You looked like the girl I loved.”
“You know, they say that there are countless saints who have nothing to do with Church and almost no knowledge of God. But they say God walks with those people without them ever knowing it.” His eyes are inside me now, followed by the words. “You’re one of those people, Ed. It’s an honor to know you.”
There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater. But sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life. That is the sort of bravery I must have now.
People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.
It doesn't matter if we don't mean to do the things we do. It doesn't mean if it was an accident or a mistake. It doesn't even matter if we think this is all up to fate. Because regardless of our destiny, we still have to answer for our actions. We make choices, big and small, every day of our lives, and those choices have consequences. We have to face those consequences head-on, for better or worse. We don’t get to erase them just by saying we didn’t mean to. Fate or not, our lives are still the results of our choices. I’m starting to think that when we don’t own them, we don’t own ourselves.
Nothing To Lose is, in my opinion, better than The Boy Who Sneaks in my Bedroom Window. Though both books have a swoon-worthy and jaw dropping book boyfriend. The book has the ability to make you cry and laugh at the same time.
The book is not only action-packed; it was also filled with lessons. The last chapters were heartbreaking and I might have shed a tear or two. This book will not only let you appreciate the value of a family and of your friends, it will also teach you that, at some point, when you are about to make a decision, you should think of how this will affect other people. It hurts, but sometimes, you have to think of the benefit of the majority not just of a few people. It might break your heart; however, you do not have a choice but to do it.
You're told that one day, you'll find him and your world will be filled with rainbows, pink ponies and lollipops. The thing that no one ever mentions is the definition of "fantasy". By the time you figure out that rainbows are rare, pink ponies don't exist and lollipops don't grow out of the ground, you're screwed. You kiss frog after frog waiting for him to turn into a prince, but a frog only knows how to be a frog.
One opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death. In a way, it was destiny.