Quotes From All The Bright Places With Page Numbers の小説・ストーリー

Zee's POV "And the First Light of Morning Woke to usher the first dawn in Hell And cried as it happened. For the Light was a weak and paltry thing And lacked the Warmth He was accustomed to Now that they were in the dark. He asked for forgiveness, Begged for it, And heard—for the first time, Nothing in return." ~ The Book of Lost Days Lilith 2:1-2 "You know life would be a lot easier if you didn't scream as much…"

“Nice try. Go to bed.” Ray bid them both good night and returned to his room, and Bright and Ash returned to their own room for the night. Though Ash had assured that all he needed was to get readjusted to things, Bright could see the way he lingered sometimes to look at things and how at certain times he wouldn’t remember where something was since it had been so long since he had needed it. Time. All he needed was time. Though it had been time that had caused everything to begin with. “I could help take the memories,” Bright offered softly. “If you wanted it, I could make it as if you were only twenty-six again.”

Inside the cover, her initials were faintly composed in pencil, hardly noticeable however unmistakably hers. A bookmark poked out from a random chapter. He flipped to the page. A tiny sticky note stuck between the margins read: “This chapter made me cry the first time. You’ll probably pretend it didn’t.” He smiled and shook his head. For the next hour, he checked out-- not out of monotony, however due to the fact that it felt like connection. Every page carried her voice, her choices, her quiet way of reaching out. He highlighted a line that stated, "The world breaks everyone, and later, many are stronger at the broken locations.".

“The truth you seek is not lost, dear, simply waiting for the support it needs to show itself in the light. The boy from the river wasn’t yours to keep, but he was the only thing stolen from you that night. You are pure and blessed, and the one shadowed with guilt is the key. The funny thing about the shadows, they are as scared of the light as you are of them. Find your own strength, be your own light.” Uh? What the heck does that mean? My face must give away my thoughts, because she laughs and then says, “I know, I know. I’ll mix you some tea to drink before bed tonight. It will help the clarity settle in.” My mind is still spinning after leaving Sybil’s house.. The tea she gave me smelled

com ]. Quote of The Chapter: "If I Had My Life to Live Over, I Would Find You Sooner So That I Could Love You Longer"

"Please think twice before doing anything. And remember you have your old friend who is waiting for your forgiveness and would do anything for you." He told me sincerely and left the place with a sigh after seeing me not acknowledging his words. I let his words sink into me when walking back to my room. There should be some solution to reverse the effects of bright ash. Every question has its answers. I should find my answer soon. The answer holds the life of my beloved. ~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~

“What is it?” "'Burned for Her' by some Estella Grey. Your fans sent it." He picked it up again, showing me the cover. A woman with auburn hair and green eyes stared back at me. "They said the main character reminded them of you." "Auburn hair and green eyes?" “And a fire that won’t go out,” he said, flipping a page. “There’s a line I liked.” He read, “‘She wasn’t afraid of the dark. She’d been living in it so long, she learned to make it beautiful. To turn her scars into constellations and her pain into poetry.’”

Some people make you feel so loved and safe that you instantly feel at home. They may not be there for you physically but they will be the people you want to return to. They will be your peace when things are at war inside you. Keep looking and never give up until you find your home. —Mehak Gupta *plays 'Home' from Bright in the bg*

Scarlett The stars are too bright tonight. They burn above me like they know something I don’t. Like they’re watching, waiting, whispering. I lean back on the rooftop tiles, arms behind my head, chest rising with each breath as the cold night air cuts across my skin. It doesn’t matter. The fire inside me never really dims anymore. I’m always warm. Always on the edge. The edge of burning. Of breaking. The door creaks open, soft footsteps crossing the roof. I don’t need to look. I know it’s him.

Ethan I glanced back one more time before ducking into the sanctuary. Some lady a little older than me was singing Amazing Grace. I stopped beside the pew where Frank and Deza sat. They moved over and I took a seat next to Frank. Deza leaned across him, her cheeks stained with tears, her eyes wide as if frightened. "Did you see Riley?"