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“I love you, darling,” were the last words you said to me. And although I don’t have a recording of it, and although I forgot to save your voicemails, I will never forget the sound of your voice.”
― Lili Reinhart, Swimming Lessons: Poems

“We waste so much time waiting for things to get better. We pay little attention to the hours winding down. The hours we’ll want more of in the end … hours that we wish we hadn’t taken for granted. The idea of complacency has always terrified me. I’ve always been impatient. In middle school, I wanted more friends. I wanted to be better liked and by more people. I wanted to be less anxious and more social. I wanted to be like my best friend. You could pick her face out of a crowd, she always seemed to be shining. I wanted to move away. I wanted to be on my own. Looking back, it seems like I spent the entirety of my teenage years in waiting. There was always something more that I wanted. And it was always out of reach. I felt out of control in my own life. My anxiety steered me in whatever direction it wanted, regardless of how miserable I was and how often I prayed for it to get better. But it did, eventually When I took my life into my own hands and steered it towards my future. Not to say I didn’t crash-land at times, but that only pushed me to fight harder and never settle for anything less than what I wanted.”
― Lili Reinhart, Swimming Lessons: Poems

“- Si cree que ama esta ciudad, se equivoca, escritor. Ama los recuerdos que tiene aquí, eso se llama nostalgia. La nostalgia es nuestra capacidad para convencernos de que nuestro pasado, en lo esencial, fue feliz y que, por consiguiente, tomamos las decisiones correctas. Cada vez que evocamos un recuerdo y nos decimos “qué bien estuvo”, es de hecho nuestro cerebro enfermo el que rezuma nostalgia para convencernos de que lo que vivimos no fue en vano, de que no perdimos el tiempo. Porque perder el tiempo es perder la vida”.”
― Joël Dicker, L'Affaire Alaska Sanders

“Graffiti. Another way that humans can say “I beat you.” Like dogs marking their territory. With so much undiscovered earth and space, how do we all end up flocking to the same places?”
― Lili Reinhart, Swimming Lessons: Poems