When you do not understand the language being spoken, you have too options. You can struggle against the isolation, or you can give yourself up to it.
When he smiles at me, I am lost
When I was tiny, the county fair came through town. Our parents took us, and got tickets for the rides, even though I was scared to death of all of them. Edward was the one who convinced me to go on t...
Wheather it is conscious or not, you eventually make the decision to divide your life in half - before and after - with loss being that tight bubble in the middle. You can move around in spite of it;...
What you notice is the loneliness. Daniel started to isolate himself, because it hurt less than being pushed away.
What would you grab, if you had to pack up your life in only minutes?
What she hadn't realized was that sometimes when your vision was that sharp and true, it could cut you. That only if you'd felt such fullness could you really understand the ache of being empty.
What one person takes away from a book might be very different from what the next person takes away -- almost as if the story is altered depending on who's reading, where, and when. But then, maybe al...
What if we did get so lucky that we're due for something terrible?
What does it feel like? he asked.What does what feel like?Peter thought for a moment. Being at the top.Josie reached across him for another packet of material and fed it into the stapler. She did thre...
We could all be lucky. We could all be what we want to be, instead of who someone else told us to be.
We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn't really an answer to that question.
Until I understood why you didn't cry, even though it hurt: there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.
Tradionally, parents made decisions for a child, because presumably they are looking out for his or her best interests. But if they are blinded, instead, by the best interests of another one of their...
To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a set of keys. You did not suffer the death of a child and say there was a loss. There was a catastrophe. A devastation. A hell.
Time is an optical illusion-- never quite as solid or strong as we think it is.
Those eyes, they've got a history with mine. They were the first things I saw when I came to, after being hit in the skull with a baseball thrown by Patrick at Little League. They were the fortificati...
This year in school she read Romeo and Juliet, and she told me pragmatically that Romeo was a wimp. He should have just taken Juliet and run away with her, swallowed his pride and worked at some medie...
This isn't a lie, actually. I don't care why Edward left. All I really want to know is why I wasn't enough to make him stay.
This is what it always comes down to, I realized. There are the ones who believe, and the ones who don't, and caught in the space between them are guns.