#booksquotes

Tahu-tahu sudah mau ganti tahun, tapi masih ada banyak hal yang bikin melamun, beberapa tiba-tiba bikin tertegun, tak kunjung temui celah untuk berhenti dari segala huru-hara yang belum 'titik' malah terus saja dijejal kata 'namun', 'meskipun', 'walaupun'. Terus berputar saja pada jenis kalimat yang demikian, berlanjut hingga ke sekian paragraf, sudah sekian halaman dengan beberapa cerita tak sadar berulang, seolah cerita ini tak kunjung temui akhir seperti serial kartun.

Sebisa mungkin, mari menciptakan kenangan-kenangan baik yang menyenangkan. Sisanya, tentang ketidakbaikan yang berkemungkinan akan datang, biar tetap ada, menjadi bagian dari cerita baik yang kita upayakan.

Batas temu ternyata tidak sejahat itu. Adanya justru sering memampukan diri untuk lebih menghargai temu, menciptakan sebanyak mungkin kebersamaan yang seru, benar-benar memberi ruang dan waktu untuk bertemu dan bertamu. Sedang yang dekat, seringkali justru menunda temu, 'nanti saja lah, toh besok-besok kan masih bisa, deket ini' . Yang kadang kala akhirnya hanya menjadi wacana. Pada kenyataannya, jauh tidak selalu semenjenuhkan itu, dekat juga tidak selalu selekat itu. Walaupun perpisahan memang selalu menyesakkan, tapi apa salahnya mengambil hal-hal baik di antaranya, semata untuk mengurangi rasa sakitnya.

“Stop acting like not wanting him makes you strong. There’s more courage in admitting you love someone and fighting for them than letting them go because it hurts less.”

“It turned out I was water, he was whiskey, and I couldn’t dilute him — not now that I knew he loved me enough to let me. I needed to be stronger, to be ice the next time I melted with him.”

I wrote page after page of absolutely nothing, but everything to me in that moment. Every word made me feel better and worse all at once, and so I chased one feeling and ran from the other, round and round until my fingers ached. I think I needed that first, true heartbreak to feel enough to write the way I did that night. Words don’t get written from a heart that’s never felt. They come from pain, from love, from unspeakable depths — and they were my only release.

“My first taste of Whiskey had been nothing. My first shot? Child’s play. I’d been holding back, delicately balancing on the line, afraid of drinking too much — but this was it. I knew it. I felt every inch of the fall from tipsy to drunk. I was completely wasted, and all I wanted was to feel this way forever.”

“Jamie was whiskey, that much I was sure of. I couldn’t deny the way he burned, the way his taste lingered. Still, no one warned me that once a whiskey girl, always a whiskey girl. But I was figuring it out.