Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.
There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.
There is a magic to intimacy, a world built of sighs and skin that is thicker than brick, stronger than iron. There is only you, and him, so impossibly close that nothing can come between. Not the ene...
There is a curious thing that happens with the passage of time: a calcification of character... Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like...
The first time someone I loved left me behind...I didn't know how my family would balance. We had been such a sturdy little end table, four solid legs. I was sure we would now be off-kilter, always un...
The ability to find sparks may be buried so deep in you that you stop believing there's a God. Until someone comes along, with so much light in her that you can't help but see your own, and when you'r...
That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?
Sometimes, I think my whole life has been about holding onto you.
Sometimes we see what we want to, instead of what’s in front of us. And sometimes, we don’t see clearly at all.
Sometimes to get what you want the most, you have to do what you want the least.
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 tospeak...
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...
Science never failed to humble him, just as much as his faith, and he unequivocally believed that the two could exist side by side.
Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.
Power isn't doing something terrible to someone who's weaker than you, Reiner. It's having the strength to do something terrible, and choosing not to.
On one side of the seesaw is my education. My nursing certification. My twenty years of service at the hospital. My neat little home. My spotless RAV4. My National Honor Society-inductee son. All of t...
No child really chooses his religion; it is just the luck of the draw which blanket of beliefs you are wrapped in.
Music is the language of memory
McAfee, I could try this case in my sleep and still win.Guess that's your plan, then, since you're clearly dreaming.
Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.