But even if every house looked identical-if all the furnishings were the same- it still wouldn't feel like yours.That's because home isn't where you are. It's who you're with.
Where you come from does matter -- but not nearly as much as where you are headed.
What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.
There are no silver bullets in life; there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug yourself.
The only monsters I have ever known were men.
Surely she knows --like I do--that fairy tales are just stories. That happy endings aren't real.
Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.
Skin color doesn't make you different,' Melody said. 'We're all the same on the inside.' 'The only people who ever say that,' Raymon replied, 'are white.
She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak...
She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one...
Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.
Maybe growing up is just focusing on what you’ve got, instead of what you don’t.
May I ask you something? I say. Why do you read books, when you could be outside, living a million different adventures every day? Because you can always count on a book to stay the same. EVerything e...
Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard - th...
If you hid long enough, a ghost among men, you might disappear forever without anyone noticing. It's human nature to ensure that someone has seen the mark you left behind.
If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase-not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been-what would you take?
I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them.Brian Fitzgerald, talking about his children.
I loved Alex so much that it was easier to let him hurt me than to watch him hurt himself.
I know what loose ends can do to a soul. The sooner she knows the truth, whatever it is, the sooner she can get on with her future.
I don't understand why people never say what they mean. It's like the immigrants who come to a country and learn the language but are completely baffled by idioms. (Seriously, how could anyone who isn...