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05 January 2012 @ 04:07 pm
Sarah Dessen - Along for the Ride  

'Of course I do,' he said. 'Failing sucks. But it's better than the alternative.'
'Which is?'
'Not even trying.' Now he did look at me, straight on.
'Life's short, you know?'
(p. 289)

'See, but that's the thing, though.' He sat back, shaking his head. 'Everyone always wants to tell these stories, all the stories. It's all anyone wanted to do at the funeral, and after. Oh, remember this thing, and this, and what about this? But the ending to every story is the same. He dies. That's never going to change. So why even bother?'
We were both quiet for a moment. 'I guess,' I said finally, 'that for some people, it's how they remember. You know, by telling the stories. It keeps the person close.'
'But I don't have that problem,' he said quietly. 'Not remembering.'
'I know.'
'You want to talk about failure?' He looked up at me, meeting my eyes. 'Try being the one who was driving. Who got to live.'
(p. 298)

It was risky and so scary, and yet at the same time, so beautiful. Maybe the truth was, it shouldn't be easy to be amazing. Then everything would be. It's the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth. When something's difficult to come by, you'll do that much more to make sure it's even harder - if possible - to lose.'
(p. 331)

'And the bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it's one more, you're all good.'
(p. 360)

It was terrible and awful when someone left you. You could move on, do the best you could, but like Eli had said, an ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.