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?
Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true?
Danger came in different packages, at different points in a lifetime.
Children are the anchors of a mother’s life. —SOPHOCLES, Phaedra, fragment 612
Children are supposed to go to school, play on swing sets, skin their knees.
Catholics believed in life at conception. Muslims believed that it took forty-two days after conception for Allah to send an angel to transform sperm and egg into something alive...There were the outl...
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?
Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?
Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
CanI tell you something? Off the record?Alex nodded.Before I took this job, I used to work in Maine. And I had a case that wasn’t just a case, if youknow what I mean.Alex did. She found herself listen...
But memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.
But he was giving her back her heart, so that when he left her life, there would be no strings attached.
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...
Beliefs are the roads we take to our dreams. Believe you can do something-or believe you can't-and you'll be right everytime.
Because when you get right down to it, the only person you should trust is the one you'd lay down your life for.
At seventeen, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you was as vital as oxygen.
At home I was raped by a guy i thought I loved' Trixie said, because thats what it was to her and always would be.
Asking me to describe my son is like asking me to hold the ocean in a paper cup
Ask a kid who's struggling in math if he likes being in a mixed-level class, and he'll tell you he feels like a moron. Ask the math genius if he likes being in a mixed-level class, and he'll tell you...