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...
There are times when I worry that I've already lost myself. That is, that my self is so inseparable from being with you that if we were to separate, I would no longer be. I save this thought for when...
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...
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...
You could bethe leaf that never falls from the treeyou could bethe sun that never leaves the skythis might bethe happy ending without the endingthis might bea reason to try
You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking.
Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do.
I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.
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.
I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.
I've never understood why looking hot had to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can't a person look hot and not have it mean something? Ca...
It doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day. It doesn't have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn't have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn't have to be kism...
It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.
She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.
So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.
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...
The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.
There are all these moments you don't think you will survive. And then you survive.
There has to be a moment at the beginning where you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn’t pass, that’s it—you’re done. And if...
We'd said we'd keep in touch. But touch is not something you can keep; as soon as it's gone, it's gone. We should have said we'd keep in words, because they are all we can string between us--words on...
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