Miguel

“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Hair the color of lemons,'" Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. "You told him about me?"

At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

Years ago, when they'd raced on a muddy field, Rudy was a hastily assembled set of bones, with a jagged, rocky smile. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears. He was a triple Hitler Youth athletics champion. He was her best friend. And he was a month from his death.

Of course I told him about you," Liesel said.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“I lifted my eyes, and, for the first time, admitted the truth.
"I gave up," I whispered.
"Don't give up," she whispered back.”
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day

“...sometimes a start is all we ever get.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her