It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound and more like a poultice.
It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.
It just goes to show you: every baby is born beautiful.It's what we project on them that makes them ugly.
It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.
It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get.
In my previous life I was a civil attorney. At one point I truly believed that was what I wanted to be- but that was before I'd been handed a fistful of crushed violets from a toddler. Before I unders...
If you want to feel sorry for yourself,then do it in a way that isn’t going to destroy other people’s lives.
If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath i...
If you say the same words over and over, do they become so bleached that there's no color left in them?
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 loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?
If you knew you were going to die, wasn’t it better to choose the time and place, instead of waiting for fate to drop on you like an anvil?
If I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this: In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but...
I was surprised that Kurt seemed to understand that you might never love someone as hard as you had the first time you'd fallen; I was even more surprised to learn that maybe you could.
I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not w...
I think it is a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. —Vladimir Nabokov
I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.
I may not have a degree, but I certainly got an education.
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...
I guess it's just so I remember where I started.