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“If I’m going to die, I’d like to actually live first.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“Everyone in this world is breathing borrowed air.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“...Don’t think about what you’ve lost. Think of how much you have to gain. Live, Stella.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“I’m not going far. I’ll always be here. Just an inch away. I promise.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“I don't want to leave you, but I love you too much to stay.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“I know in that moment, even though it could not be more ridiculous, that if I die in there, I won’t die without falling in love.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“She’s bossy.” “Nah, she’s a boss,”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“It's just life, Will. It'll be over before we know it.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“We need that touch from the one we love, almost as much as we need air to breathe. I never understood the importance of touch, his touch... until I couldn't have it.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“For the first time I feel the weight of every single inch, every millimeter, of the six feet between us.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“And I realize I'm doing the one thing I've told myself this whole time I wouldn't do. I'm wanting something I can never have.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“I have nothing left to give. I have nothing left to-no.
I straighten, desperately pulling in one more short breath, knowing deep in my chest that it is the last breath I will ever get, and I gave it to her, I gave her everything to her, the girl I love. She deserves that.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“So is your plan to die really, really smart so you can join the debate team of the dead?”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“Poe’s gone.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“I look at the holiday lights in the distance, twinkling like stars, calling out to me. This time I respond.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“Human touch.Our first form of communication. Safety, security, comfort, all in the gentle caress of a finger.Or at the brush of lips on a soft cheek. It connects us when we are happy, bolsters us in times of fear, excites us in time of passion ... and love, we need that touch from the one we love almost as much as we need air to breath.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“You're a dying girl with survivor's guilt. That is a complete mind-fuck.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“I want to stay. I want to stay in the doorway, and right by her side. Even if it's always five feet apart, six feet even, but for exactly that reason, I exhale, and with everything in me, I turn and walk away.”
― Rachael Lippincott

“I think you have a better shot at meeting Bob Ross.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“The Divorce Diet doesn’t look good on you, Mom.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“The door slowly opens, and a tall, thin person ducks inside. He’s wearing the same green surgeon scrubs, face mask, and blue gloves that the pre-op nurses wear, but his wavy brown hair is peeking out from under a clear surgical cap. His eyes find mine and I let go of the railings in surprise. “What are you doing here?” I whisper, watching as Will sits down in a chair beside me, scooting it back to make sure he’s a safe distance away. “It’s your first surgery without Abby,” he says in explanation, a new expression I don’t quite recognize filling his blue eyes. It’s not mocking or jokey, it’s totally and completely open. Almost earnest. I swallow hard, trying to stop the emotions that come bubbling up, tears clouding my eyes.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“I might mess this up,” he says, clearing his throat as he pulls a sheet of paper from his pocket. He starts to sing, softly. “I love you, a bushel and a peck—” “Go away. I’m being stupid,” I blubber as I wipe the tears away with the back of my hand, shaking my head. “A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.” Abby’s song. He’s singing Abby’s song. The tears start rolling down my face faster than I can catch them as I watch his deep-blue eyes, focused on reading every lyric off that crumpled piece of paper. I feel like my heart might burst, I’m feeling so many things at once. “My gran used to sing us that song. I never loved it, but Abby did.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“His voice is deep. Soft. I know in that moment, even though it could not be more ridiculous, that if I die in there, I won’t die without falling in love. “Promise?” I ask. He nods and stretches his arm out, holding up a gloved pinky across the distance. I take it and we pinky promise. The smallest contact, but the first time we’ve ever touched. And right now that doesn’t scare me.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“Lighten up, Stella. It’s just life. It’ll be over before we know it.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For saying something real.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“the lungs aren't worth anything without him”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“Wanting something that I could't have. But now what I want isn't outside. It's right here, close enough to touch. But I can't. I didn't know it was possible to want something so bad you could feel it in your arms and your legs and in every breath you take.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“You want to hear my list? Take a painting class with Bob Ross. Lots of happy little trees and cadmium yellow that you don’t think will work but then . . .” “He’s dead,” I tell him. He gives me a lopsided grin. “Ah, well, then I guess I’ll just have to settle for sex in the Vatican!” I roll my eyes at him. “I think you have a better shot at meeting Bob Ross.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“As CFers, so much is taken away from us. We live every single day according to treatments, pills ... Most of us can't have children, a lot of us never live long enough to try. Only other CFers know what this feels like, but we're not supposed to fall in love with each other. (She stands up, determined) So, after all that CFhas stolen from me -- from us -- I'm stealing something back.”
― Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart