I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.
I don't want to fall. All I want to do is stand on solid ground.
I could point out that it isn't always easy knowing who you are and what you want, because then you have no excuse for not trying to get it.
He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.
An unarticulated crush is very different from an unrequited one, because at least with an unrequited crush you know what the hell you're doing, even if the other person isn't doing it back. An unartic...
<3. You think that looks like a heart? If you do, that's only because you've never seen scrotum.
.You leaned your head into mine, and I leaned my head into yours. Dancing cheek to cheek. Revolving slowly, eyes closed, heartbeat measure, nature’s hum. It lasted the length of an old song, and then...
You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking.
Where did you go? Around. The weather was good? Yeah. It didn't rain? Nope. That's good. Yeah. Talking like this is like throwing small, round stones __ nothing can be built from them, except perhaps...
We switch to another language-- not our invented language or the language we've learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us tim...
This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to...
Sometimes the space between knowing what to do and actually doing it is a very short walk. Other times it is an impossible expanse.
So what else can I tell you? I asked. I mean, to get you to reveal Lily to me.She triangled her fingers under her chin. Let's see. Are you a bed wetter?Am I a...?Bed wetter. I am asking if you are a b...
So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.
She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.
Maybe that's it, [...] [w]ith what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe the pieces. [...] May...
It is hard to stop seeing your son as a son and to start seeing him as a human being. It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It's a two-sided tran...
I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.
I don’t want you to think I got through this undamaged, okay? But I’m learning to live with it. Because otherwise, the damage is all you are.
Are you going to be playing for the pure thrill of unreluctant desire?