"One of the things I love about books is being able to define and condense certain portions of a character's life into chapters. It's intriguing because you can't do this with real life. You can't just end a chapter, then skip the things you don't want to live through, only to open it up to a chapter that better suits your mood. Life can't be divided into chapters... only minutes. The events of your life are all crammed together one minute right after the other without any time lapses or blank pages or chapter breaks because no matter what happens life just keeps going and moving forward and words keep flowing and truths keep spewing whether you like it or not and life never lets you pause and just catch your fucking breath."
"Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choice feels the least wrong."
"And while I could sit here and feel sorry for myself, wondering why all of this happened to me.. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to wish for a perfect life. The things that knock you down in life are tests, forcing you to make a choice between giving in and remaining on the ground or wiping the dirt off and standing up even taller than you did before you were knocked down a few more times before this life is through with me, but I can guarantee you I'll never stay on the ground."
This is the reason why I am hesitant to lend my books to others after I read them. I fold pages and highlight the texts that reverberate and resonate. I scribble my own thoughts that relate to lines and paragraphs I find striking.
These were lifted from the most recent novel I read this weekend. It is a novel by Colleen Hoover titled Hopeless. A young adult story of Sky and Holder that started as a typical high school young, mad, and sweet love (true, it will remind you of your first love) between the two that slowly unfolded into a saga of heavy past life of abuse and trauma.
In the end, love heals wounds, even the deepest ones. I believe in this.
Hope. Love. Healing.