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The stars are falling

A roller coaster ride of emotion. 4⭐️

"Life is made of so many goodbyes welded together. So dread the endings. Cry and rage and curse them. Just don't forget to cherish the beginnings and all that comes in between. "

I finished this book — what seems like — ages ago, and I genuinely love this book. There‘s so much to say about this book; how well it was written, the lovable characters, or even the merciless author who made me cry. But no matter what I say about it, it wouldn‘t be enough to describe how brilliant this book is. I wouldn‘t recommend this to the lighthearted, but if you need an ‘ugly cry book‘ then this is the one for you.

5⭐️

Love is not a choice. And even if it were, I would choose you every time.

Do you think the sun rises because it fell?

Love doesn‘t fade when people do.

Forgetting is an essential part of grief.

The sea‘s on fire.

Control doesn‘t exist, sir. Only uncertainty does.

Wow! This book was an emotional rollercoaster and I don‘t think I‘ve ever cried more for a book. Having said that the writing is superb and the author did an excellent job at balancing the plot so that it never resulted too slow. I loved it!

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

Thank you @Lovelylottereader for recommending and lending me a copy of this masterpiece.

All my tomorrows are yours.

Dying is a fascinating idea and a terrifying reality.

It‘s difficult to feel heard by people who have no faith in your words.

“You think I‘m beautiful?”
“All readers are.”

Love gives people the power to be treacherous.

Paper is my heart. Pens are my veins. They return words I stole, blood to paint a scene.

Destruction is addictive. The more I am, the less I want to be. The less I am, the lesser I want to become.

Humans have a knack for self-destruction. Only those of us who love broken things will ever know why.

There‘s nothing more human than sin.

We‘re greedy creatures, but not ungrateful. You don‘t have to partake in destruction to admire the weapons.

Love is hard to walk away from, even if it hurts.

Remember that just because the stars fell doesn‘t mean they weren‘t wishing upon.

If you pretend for too long, reality reminds you one way or another that it doesn‘t like being insulted.

Love is our staple. Love made us pretenders.

Being sick teaches you that reasons are just poor attempts at justifying misfortune. They give you an illusion of why, but why is a loud question and death is quiet.

The love of my life wants to die.

“The sea‘s on fire”