The bottom line in both cases is that people don't change; that no matter how charming you are and how fiercely you love, you cannot turn a person into something she's not.
That’s what religion does. It points a finger. It causes wars. It breaks apart countries. It’s a petri dish for stereotypes to grow in. Religion’s not about being holy...Just holier-than-thous.
That's what happens to dreams, life gets in the way.
That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there.
Somewhere along the line, organized religion stopped being about faith, and started being about who had the power to keep the faith. You said that the purpose of religion was to bring people together....
Sometimes the key to happiness is just expecting a little bit less
Sometimes Josie thought of her life as a room with no doors and no windows. It was a sumptuousroom, sure-a room half the kids in Sterling High would have given their right arm to enter-but itwas also...
Someone who was happywould have little need to hope for change. But, conversely, an optimistic person was that waybecause he wanted to believe in something better than his reality.He started wondering...
So you believe people can't change? That once you do a bad thing, you're a bad person?I don't know, I admit.But I do think that some stains never wash out.
So much time is spent with people superficially. You remember all the fun you had but nothing specific.
Si no corregimos la dirección en la que vamos, acabaremos en el lugar de donde venimos.
Shelby believed that love was like a solar eclipse - breathtakingly beautiful, absorbing, and capable of rendering you blind. She had not necessarily gone out of her way to avoid a relationship, but s...
She was forced to consider the startling fact that the love of her life might not actually be someone with whom she could spend a lifetime.
She wanted him to tell her that when you love someone so hard and so fierce, it was all right to do things that you knew were wrong.
She understood what it was like to stand right in front of people you loved, even though they could not see you.
She turned to stare out the window, lost in a thousand thoughts, not a single one of which Danielle could guess.
She isn't the girl who used to live next door, hasn't been for years. Back then she had freckles and jeans with holes at the knees and a ponytail yanked so tight it made her eyes pull at the corners....
She belonged to me. She was all the things I wasn't. And I was all the things she wasn't. Her hand, it fit mine.
She became whoever she needed to be to survive,but she never let anyone else define her.
See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it