She wondered if this was true of every parent: if, prior to having children, they all used to be someone else.
Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.
When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.
Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.
The hardest part about being back in the human world was relearning emotion. Everything a wolf does has a practical, simple reason. There is no cold shoulder, no saying one thing when you mean somethi...
She had come to the clinic because she didn't want to be a little girl anymore. But it wasn't having sex that made you a woman. It was having to make decisions, sometimes terrible ones. Children were...
You know, that was what we missed most. Not our beds, not our homes, not even our mothers. We would talk about food.
Words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.
Polar north can't get away from a magnet; the magnet finds it, no matter what.
My biggest hope for Jacob is that moments like this won't happen.My biggest fear: that they will, and I won't always be there to keep people from thinking the worst of him.
I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.
You’ll tell yourself anything you have to, to pretend that you’re still the one in control.
What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.
It's been a long time, I reply, when what I really want to do is ask her what she's been doing for the past fifteen years. If she still drinks tea with milk and lemon. If she's happy.
I know Mark,' I reply. 'And I don't like him.''But I do. And part of being social means being civil to someone you don't like.''That's stupid. It's a huge world. why not just get up and walk away?''Be...
Edward: Wait--you were trying to on me?Susan: Damn straight.Edward: The thing is, I'm not. Straight, I mean.
DO you think it hurts to die? Not as much as it hurts to live, Trixie thought.
But Edward doesn't even flinch; it's as if he's reading the text of me with some magic internal Rosetta stone that makes him understand what I say is not what I mean at all.
When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.
Wenn jemand starb, dem du dein Herz geschenkt hattest, nahm er es dann mit?