Your child is hurt. How quickly can you make it better?What if you can't?
You want to hear something really sad?' I whisper. 'You're my best friend.''You're right. That is really sad.' Oliver grins.'That's not what I meant.''Are we still playing True Confessions?' he asks.'...
You okay in there?No, I'm hanging from a closet rod.
You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
You didn't get past something like that, you go through it -- and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.
You couldn't fight the injustice of fate; you could only suffer it and hope that one day it might be different.
You can miss a person you've never known.
Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?
When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies.
When you showed someone how you felt, it was fesh and honest. Whe you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.
When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.
When a freedom is taken away from you...you recognize it as a privilege, not a right.
What twisted deity would grant you the superpower of fatherhood to protect someone who, one day, would not need you?
What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other
What looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted ou...
What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?
What Trixie wanted, most of all, what she couldn't have - to go back to being the kind of girl who worried about things like science tests and whether any college would admit her, instead of being the...
We are all drowning slowly in the tide of our opinions, oblivious that we are taking on water every time we open our mouths.
Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is
This wasn't the first time he'd be saving her by letting her go.