He was suffering from wanderlust, complicated by the tension of knowing that he was rooted to this town by something as simple as his name.
He thought of the grammar of Gaelic, in which you did not say you were in love withsomeone, but that you had love toward her, as if itwere a physical thing you could present and hold—a bundle of tulip...
He couldn't live a life worth saving, and he couldn't save a life worth living.
Having a family means you’re never alone.
Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-Aidbeing ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbellyof a household is never pretty, ours no exception. There...
Families were never what you wanted them to be. We all wanted what we couldn't have: the perfect child, the doting husband, the mother who wouldn't let go. We live in our grown-up dollhouses completel...
Everytime I look at a zebra, I can't figure out whether it's black with white stripes or white with black stripes, and that frustrates me.
Everything you said, Ellie, it's true. I should be very angry. I was, for a time, but now I'm not. Now I've gotten past my own selfishness to where I've got to help her. See, when you're Plain, you do...
Entre uma boa acção e uma má acção existem mil tons de cinzento.
Don't pay back in kind, pay back in kindness. If someone does wrong by you, do right by them.
Did you ever wonder if the person in the picture is the same one you see when you look in the mirror? - That's the eternal question, isn't it? Are we born who we are, or do we make ourselves that way?
Delilah's mother cleans other people's houses, and she reminds me a bit of another story from Rapscullio's shelves, about a young scullery maid who possesses both glass footwear and inner beauty, whic...
Danger came in different packages, at different points in a lifetime.
Can you see the pond?From up here, I can. It is a piece of sky, lying on the ground. When Heaven breaks, who fixes it?
But what if-- I realize that I don't want him to disappear. I may not fully believe he's real; I may not understand why I can hear him speaking to me--but I sort of like it. I like knowing that of all...
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.
But rules only work when everyone plays by them. What happens when someone doesn't, and the fallout bleeds right into his life? Whats stronger- the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's...
But memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.
But I wouldn't get him close, and I would never show him my heart.
But I love you, Trixie said. There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer kn...