I do know that there are some things, though, that occur without a direct line of antecedents.
I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am...
I didn't think i could possibly love another baby as much as I loved the one I'd already had, I continue. But the strangest thing happened when I held you for the first time. It was like my heart sudd...
I didn't know why it's called getting lost. even when you turn down the wrong street, when you find yourself at the dead end of a chain-link fence or a road that turns to sand, you are somewhere. It j...
I couldn't hear his voice over the hammer of my heart. And I told myself over and over I should have known that someone who could love so hard and so well could also hate, and hurt, as deeply.
I could tell her from personal experience that when people we love make choices we don't always understand them. But we can go on loving them, just the same. It isn't a matter of comprehension. It's f...
I closed my eyes and curled my fists around the things I knew for sure:That a scallop has thirty-five eyes, all blue.That a tuna will suffocate if it ever stops swimming.That I was loved.That this tim...
I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.
Hunger, she often tells me, has nothing to do with the belly and everything to do with the mind. What Mary really runs isn't a bakery, but a community.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. —Anne Frank, Diary of a Young Girl
How many times would I throw this away before I realized it was what I had been looking for all along?
How incredibly easy it is to hide behind white skin, I think, looking at these probable supremacists. The benefit of the doubt is in your favor. You're not suspicious. The few black faces in the room...
How foolish it is to run away with a man who's already run away with someone else...
How far can a person go... and still live with himself.
How do you tell someone that you weren't the person he thought you were? And more importantly, how did you tell him that you'd meant the things you'd said, when everything else about you turned out to...
How do you know that you are not part of a book? That someone's not reading your story right now?
How could you pick, knowing that you'd have to go home and live with the choice you made?
How could you beat an enemy you couldn't see?
How could I not have seen this coming, when I looked into your eyes and vowed to be with you forever?
How am I suppose to think about Anna Fitzgerald when I’m wondering whether Julia has ever woken up in someone’s arms and for just a moment, before the sleep cleared from her mind, thought maybe it was...