I don't know. But I know that I'm at the stage of my life where I want , not .I know that the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss.And I also know better than...
I don't know what I was thinking, coming out here. There are no silver bullets in life, there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug youself.
I believed the reason there was a God was to prevent such atrocities from happening to the same person twice. But nothing prepared me for this: I have done what I've sworn I could never do; I have bec...
I am not a religious man. I have not attended a service for many years. But I do believe in God. My own practice of religion, you could say, it a nonpractice. I personally feel that it's just as worth...
Iknew that all the attributes he was teased for, at age five, were going to work in his favor by thetime he was thirty-five…but I couldn’t get him there overnight. You can’t fast-forward your child’sl...
He wished he knew what to say to make her feel better, but the truth was, hedidn’t feel all that great himself and he didn’t know if there were even any words in the Englishlanguage to take away this...
Having a family means you’re never alone.
For every person you make happy, there's another one you disappoint.
Everyone Deserves A Happy Ending
Entre uma boa acção e uma má acção existem mil tons de cinzento.
Dark matter has a gravitation effect on other objects. You can't see it, you can't feel it, but you can watch something being pulled in its direction.
Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?
Corazon smiled at him. You know how your mother keeps her Christmas card list? How she sends to people who send her one, and that list gets longer and longer every year?- Yeah, Jack muttered. I have t...
But forgiving isn’t something you do for someone else. It’s something you do for yourself. It’s saying, You’re not important enough to have a stranglehold on me. It’s saying, You don’t get to trap me...
All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.
A villain let your creativity out of its cage.
A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod...
A fire will burn itself out, unless you open a window and give it fuel.. And when flames are licking at your heels you've got to break a wall or two if you want to escape.
The arms of his swim team sweatshirt still wrapped around the pillow on the bed - Em had said it smelled of him.
The truth was, history repeated itself on a daily basis; mistakes were made over and over. People were haunted by what they had done, and by what they hadn't had time to do.