Rebecca Serle

“How are you?” Charlie asks. She’s turned to me wearing this grave expression, her features all set in a row. I expected her to be pissy about my being nonresponsive all weekend, or at least about my being late this morning, but if she is, she’s not acting like it.“Um, fine. Are we going?”Charlie glances back at Olivia.“He’s an asshole,” Olivia says.“She’s a bitch,” Charlie says.”

“Destiny might drop you off somewhere but it’s your job to get where you’re going, to decide your own ending…”

“No one ever died from having too much information. It’s the misunderstandings that are the problem.”

“Look, you think I like history because I’m fascinated with the possibilities, with how it could have happened, but you’re wrong. I like it because it’s the one thing we actually know in life. The past is the only thing we can count on. The present? The future? They’re anyone’s guess.”

“And what is more dramatic, really, than heartbreak?”

“There are a million things in this world that can end you, that can in one second obliterate the life you work so hard to keep alive. Our lives are structured around not dying. Eating, sleeping, looking both ways before you cross the street. It's all, all of it, to keep us safe from the thing that we know is going to get us anyway. It doesn't even make sense, if you think about it. It's the world's biggest joke. Our entire lives are set up around not dying, knowing all the while that it's the one thing we can't avoid.”

“This is life. We have to take it as it comes, because even though some things are really shitty, there's a lot of really great stuff too.”

“[...] you're willing to look past things and to give people second chances. But the thing is, Rose, some people don't deserve them.”

“That's the thing about freewill: Every decision we make is a choice against something as much as it is for something else.”

“It’s not that most girls are delusional, per se. It’s just that they have this subtle ability to warp actual circumstances into something different. And if there’s one thing I’m really against, it is turning a blind eye to reality. What’s the point? Things are the way they are, and the best thing for us to do is to just acknowledge that. No one ever died from having too much information. It’s the misunderstandings that are the problem.”

“How do you mourn something that never really belonged to you?”

“They died together; they'll always be remembered together. It's decided, once and for all. He was hers.”

“Sometimes...the hardest part about letting someone go is realizing that you were never meant to have them.”

“What if the greatest love story ever told was the wrong one?”

“It's not that girls are delusional, per se. It's just that they have this subtle ability to warp actual circumstances into something different.”