Logically, I understand that it wasn't Edward's fault my family fell apart after he left. But when you're eleven years old, you don't give a flip about logic. You just really miss holding your big bro...
Life is not a plot; it's in the details.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.
Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.
Because we're two of a kind. You were made to take care of me, and I'm going to take care of you.
I always wondered why God was supposed to be a father," she whispers. Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally, don't you think?
People think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.
Every now and then, i worry about people in the third world countries. and then i figure if they all started having sex, their lives would be considerably brighter.
When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.
The mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.
The answer is that there is no good answer. So as parents, as doctors, as judges, and as a society, we fumble through and make decisions that allow us to sleep at night--because morals are more import...
That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.
Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.
Pride is an evil dragon; it sleeps underneath your heart and then roars when you need silence.
Or in other words, it's the substance you've got when you start that determines the outcome.
No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way.
Most people who offer their help do it to make themselves feel better, not us. To be honest, I don't blame them. It's superstition: If you give assistance to the family in need... if you throw salt ov...
Loneliness is a mirror, and recognizes itself.
Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.