Rachel Ward

“We know it, but chose forget it. Is too much hard to bear. Yesterday, you made me realize that: we chose forget.”

“Are you the same? Is it only afterward that you think of what you should have said, the killer response,the put-down that would make them stay put down?”

“However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.”

“We all know we're one day closer to the end when we wake up in the morning. We just kid ourselves that it's not happening.”

“And then, a strangely comforting thought trickled through me—I had nothing, so I could do anything now. Anything I wanted. I had nothing left to lose.”

“And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.”

“I was tired of being me.”

“My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we’re so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it's gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it's crap.”

“You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.”

“Part of me wanted this more than anything else in the world—to have someone to hang out with, be like everyone else for a while. The rest of me screamed to get the hell out of there, not to get sucked in.”

“People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all right. They haven't got a clue.”

“You're mental. I always knew you were.”

“I don't understand, Jem. I don't understand why you'd leave me. Why would you that?”

“He loved me and I loved him, but the number in my head was telling me that he was going to die today. And the numbers had never been wrong.”

“You can not escape death: the end always reach you.”

“We all know that everything will end some day, but we can not let that slow us. We must not let that stop us from living. ”

“Todos sabemos que todo tendrá fin algún día, pero no podemos dejar que eso nos frene. No debemos dejar que nos impida vivir.”

“Я поползла вперед на четвереньках, осторожно раздвигая листья лбом, стараясь не думать про то, что на эти кусты многие годы писали все здешние собаки. <...> Грустно было покидать наше убежище — последнее место, где мы еще были рядом. Мне это кажется или его едкий запах еще остался на листьях?”

“No se puede escapar a la muerte: al final siempre te alcanza.”

“Allí de rodillas lo abracé, le acaricié la espalda y el pelo y ambos lloramos juntos. No había palabras para expresar lo que sentíamos; las lágrimas lo decían por nosotros: el terror, el alivio, el amor y la pena todo mezclado en la sal.”

“Life's not that simple. Not so easy to move on when the anger you've got is what keeps you going.”

“It's okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don't know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have lost someone, but nobody talks about it.”

“Nothing makes any sense. Nothing means anything. You're born, you live, you die. That's it.”

“Bloody Mike Tyson'd have trouble with you.”

“How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.”