So much of how we see the world is the matter of interpretation. A matter of wishing and hoping rather than really deep-down believing.
No, scratch the word career. Careers are for people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck.
You can love someone you mistrust.
You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can end up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that really has more to do with personality-the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotio...
I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.
What every girl dreams of when she's dumped is - that the guy will someday feel regrest and come back and tell her all about it. And the beauty of it is you have no regrets whatsoever.
Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall--the blind belief in...
You see yourself as very average, ordinary. And there is nothing ordinary about you, Rachel." (Something Borrowed)
After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy?
His loyalty, so fierce and unwavering, makes my eyes water and heart ache.
Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust.
I have always been drawn to coming-of-age stories and books and movies featuring compelling young characters.
No second chances. It's not so much about morality, but about my inability to forgive. I am a champion grudge holder, and I don't think I could change this about myself even if I wanted to.
Whenever I hear of someone else's tragedy, I do not dwell on the accident or diagnosis, or even the initial shock waves or aftermath of grief. Instead, I find myself reconstructing those final ordinar...
I'll remind you of that someday , Maura says. when you're married to a man who once looked into your eyes and promised to forsake all others. I'll remind of that after you've just had his baby and you...
I close my eyes, wondering whether we are ever truly blindsided by misfortune. Or, somehow, somewhere, in the form of empathy or worry or a premonition deep within ourselves, do we feel it coming?
Despite the fact that I have no regrets about how things turned out in my life, I still can't help wanting to understand my intense relationship with Leo, as well as that turbulent time between adoles...
He nods, as if to acknowledge that endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side.
Things certainly aren't the way you imagine them when you're a kid and dreaming big dreams about what your life as a grown-up will look like.
I still find myself reaching out and knocking twice on our wooden cutting board. Because you can never be too sure when it comes to the things that matter most.