We wanted to define her, to wrap her up as we did each other, but we could not seem to get past weird and strange and goofy. Her ways knocked us off balance.
Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.
I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence.
If we are destined to be together again, be happy to know you’ll be getting the real me, not some blubbering half me.
The earth is speaking to us, but we can't hear because of all the racket our senses are making. Sometimes we need to erase them, erase our senses. Then - maybe - the earth will touch us. The universe...
The trouble with miracles is, they don't last long.
You liked me.I smiled. You were smitten with me. You were speechless to behold my beauty. You had never met anyone so fascinating. You thought of me every waking minute. You dreamed about me. You coul...
You occupied my space. But because you were not in my present, when I looked into my future I saw . . . nothing. Isn't that sad? And stupid?
But she loves her daughter, David can tell, loves her the way David's mother loved him, and sometimes David feels that same love he used to, except now it's coming from other places, other people, and...
Because that's what you do, you stand up for your best friend. And you eat lunch with him and talk with him and share secrets and laugh a lot and go places and do stuff, and when you wake up in the mo...
Events become feelings, feelings become events
Heart and head are contrary historians.
Her smile put the sunflower to shame.
I began to feel again something that I had been only dimly aware of before. It was a small, surprising sense of disappointment even as he was kissing me, but the violins were so loud at the time I cou...
Many girls have been romanced under the moon, and I don’t mean to say moonlight is overrated, but few I think have known the magic of a sunrise kiss.
Of course we did other things too. We walked. We talked. We rode bikes.Though I had my driver's license, I bought a cheap secondhand bicycle soI could ride with her. Sometimes she led the way, sometim...
Throughout the day, Stargirl had been dropping money. She was the Johnny Appleseed of loose change: a penny here, a nickel there. Tossed to the sidewalk, laid on a shelf or bench. Even quarters. I hat...
We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.
دیگر امیدی به پیدا شدن نیست.دنبال من نکرد! بگذار فقط افسانهوار همانجا که هستیم و هر که هستیم بمانیم. تو خودت باش و من هم خودم.امروز و امروز و امروز. و بگذار آینده به فردا اعتماد کند. بگذار ستارهها...
A baseball bat could not have hit me harder than that smile did. I was sixteen years old. In that time, how many thousands of smiles had been aimed at me? so why did this one feel like the first?
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