It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.
In our world, Darija said, throwing aside the chapter she was marking up, there will be no semicolons.
Imagine waking up one morning and finding a piece of yourself you didn't even know existed.
If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related.
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?
If we don’t change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going. – Chinese proverb
I would rather be in minority and be right, than in the majority and wrong.
I used to think I'd be just like them when I grew up, but I am not. And the thing is, somewhere along the way, I stopped wanting to be like them, anyway.
I think we deserve a happily-ever-after.If anyone ever did, it's us.
I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.
I might never be a cover girl, but I was a girl who could cover it all.
I knew that somewhere God was laughing. He had taken the other half of my heart, the one person who knew me better than I knew myself, and He had done what nothing else could do. By bringing us togeth...
Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.
Frankly, people don't make sense to me.
Each memory is like a paper flower stowed up a magician's sleeve: invisible one moment and then so substantial and florid the next I cannot imagine how it stayed hidden all this time. And like those p...
Corinne is one of those people for whom life is just the space between crises.
But without a reader, a story is only half complete. It's like blueprints that never get built; like a swimming pool without water. The foundation's there, but it's useless. Without a reader, the word...
When someone dies, it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, youhave plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all...
Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.