Las cosas existen mientras haya quien que las recuerde.
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 because you keep something a secret doesn't mean it never happened, no matter how much you want that to be true.
I’m gonna miss you, Brianna says.I’m gonna miss you too, baby, Angelo murmurs.For Pete’s sake. It’s not like she’s leaving on a trip around the world. She’s only headed to homeroom.
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 easy to say you will do what's right and shun what's wrong, but when you get close enough to any given situation, you realize that there no black or white. There are gradations of gray.
It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.
It wasn't her throat, and it wasn't a fever, but it hurt all the same to be heartbroken.
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 takes two people to make a friendship work
It makes Faith think of a hammock in their yard, a web of rope that she thought would unravel the first time she leaned back on it, but that managed to support her all the same.
It made me think of my mother, when she made her pie crusts. She'd prick little holes all over the place. So it can breath, she said. I was just breathing. I closed my eyes, anticipating each cut, fee...
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 so easy to presume that while your own world has ground to an absolute halt, so has everyone else's.
Is it really worth dying for the person you love?
In the past, even Alex's promises hadn't prevented a reoccurence. She didn't have a choice. She wished he could see that as clearly as she did.