Justification is a remarkable thing-takes all those solid lines and blurs them, so that honor becomes as supple as a willow, and ethics burst like soap bubbles.
Just so you know, when they say Once upona time . . . they’re lying
Just because you keep something a secret doesn't mean it never happened, no matter how much you want that to be true.
Jacob’s concept: The concept of Asperger’s is like a flavoring added to a person and although my concentration is higher than those of others, if tested everyone would have traces of this condition to...
I’d make a snide comment about the youths of america but I’m too impressed by the fact that she’s reading something other than Fifty Shades of Grey.
It’s the Lord’s will, she said quietly. You get through it. You just never get over it.
It’s silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve. I have to admit, I often feel that way myself.
It’s amazing what you can convince yourself of, if you buy into the lie.
It's like a telescope. My dad, no matter what he's doing, zooms right in so he can't see anything except what's right there with him at that minute. My mom, she's always on wide angle.
It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.
It was one thing to sacrifice your own life for someone else's. It was another thing entirely to bring into the mix a third party - a third party who knew you, who trusted you implicitly.
It was a hairline crack, one might never have noticed, except for the fact it grew wider and wider, until there was a canyon between them. A child's job, ostensibly, was to grow up. So why, when it ha...
It takes two people to make a lie work: the person who tells it, and the one who believes it.
It is such a heady rush to be the object of someone’s attention in a good way, not as a freak, that I keep forgetting to hide.
It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.
It is amazing, what you can make yourself believe, when you have to, Josef says. If you keep telling yourself you are a certain kind of person, eventually you become that person.
Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?
Is it better not knowing the ugly truth, and pretending it doesn't exist? Or is it better to confront it, even though the knowledge may be a weight you carry around forever?
Is it because they are so comfortable, they already know what the other is thinking? Or is it because after a certain point, there is simply nothing left to say?
In the real world, you can't just turn a page and feel better.