I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Everything was too much to give anyone. And yet somehow still not enough to get what you really wanted.

— Kate Karyus Quinn, Another Little Piece

I wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Something happened inside me as I looked out into the vast universe. Through that telescope, the world was closer and larger than I’d ever imagined. And it was all so beautiful and overwhelming and—I don’t know—it made me aware that there was something inside of me that mattered.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

The problem with my life was that it was someone else’s idea.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer morning could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

The word scenery made me think of a play. And as we were driving around, it made sense that way. Because no matter how much the scenery changed, we were still on the same stage.

— David Levithan, Every You, Every Me

If you zoom close—if you get really close to someone— then you lose the other person, you lose yourself entirely. You get so close you can’t see anything anymore. Your mind becomes all these abstract fragments.

— David Levithan, Every You, Every Me

We can lie to ourselves, saying we believe one thing, and sometimes we convince others it’s true, with the hope that by convincing others, we can convince ourselves.

— Neal Shusterman, Everfound

And all because we longed for healing and happiness—as if happiness is a state of being. But it’s not. Happiness is a vector. It’s movement. Like my own momentum across the pool, joy can only be defined by the speed at which you’re moving away from pain.

— Neal Shusterman, Bruiser

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