Rachel Van Dyken Quotes

Rachel Van Dyken Quotes

If God meant for us to carry baggage around, he would have made our skin have little pouches like kangaroos. Or maybe he would have just made it so that each and every one of us were born with huge- ass shoulders to carry the load. Clearly, we weren’t made to carry the weight of the world, kinda makes you wonder why we do it anyway, huh?

Living is hard-dying is easy. You close your eyes and never open them again. What's so difficult about that? Nothing really-except it hurts like hell to those you leave behind.

Time was the most precious thing in the world to me, and I’d just given her all of it. Because I was falling for her. Because I cared for her. Because I wanted to give her something to remember me by, even if it would eventually fade like its namesake. Time… what an absolute horror-inducing word

the nurse smiled and patted my arm. “Don’t give up yet. Sometimes when we think God has written The End, what he really means is The Beginning.

I would drink that whole bottle if I knew it wouldn’t get me completely drunk. I miss wine.”

“Um, you haven’t had it for one night, and you miss it?”

“Clearly, you underestimate my relationship with wine and what I do on the weekends when I’m by myself reading.

I hurt all the damn time because my stupid heart has decided for one reason or another that it can't survive without being next to yours. -Chase

I was trying to look at the positive in a very dreary situation. After all, the woman you have to marry nearly killed you thrice!"

"Ah, yes. Thank you for the reminder. I shall be sure to shout “‘til death do us part" quite proudly, knowing it will be quite soon in seeking me out.

The past is called the past for a reason. If you are constantly looking behind you, your eyes aren't on the road ahead. You don't drive the car that way, so why should you live your life that way?

Music without passion is merely noise. A life without passion? You may as well be dead.

Each stroke of your fingers is a different word that describes the story. By itself it’s meaningless, but - ” I pushed down on a few fingers helping her play a few notes. “String them together and you have a melody. You have a story. So, Saylor, what story do you want to tell?

El tiempo era la cosa más preciosa en el mundo para mí, y yo acababa de darle todo. Porque estaba enamorado de ella. Porque me preocupaba por ella. Porque quería darle algo para recordarme, incluso si esto tarde o temprano se desvanecía como su homónimo. Tiempo... que absoluta palabra induciendo al horror.

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