When you're pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again; yet after giving birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external...
When you're a parent you find yourself looking at the unknown that is your child, trying to find a piece of yourself inside her, because sometimes that is what it takes to claim.
When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies.Like: The fifth time's the charms.
When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.
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's worse ...?The devil you don't know ... or the devil you do?
What you notice is the loneliness. Daniel started to isolate himself, because it hurt less than being pushed away.
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 makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again?
What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet?Love isn't the only word that fails.Hate does, too.
What is interesting is that elephants can accurately and reliably figure out who is friend and who is foe. Compare this to us humans, who still walk down dark alleys at night, fall for Ponzi schemes,...
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 sit for a few more moments, although there's really nothing left to say. This is new to me, too, an entire conversation that takes place in silence, because the heart has its own language. I will r...
We had been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.
True, I'd never met him. And true, he was a fictional character. But he also was what people needed him to be: a dashing hero, and articulate peacemaker, a cunning excape artist.
Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?