. .we fumble through and make decisions that allow us to sleep at night- because morals are more important than ethics, and love is more important than the law.
She had asked. And Caleb's answer:
She finally said,
It’s quite difficult to know who owns a story. Is it the writer, who crafted it? The characters, who carry the plot forward? Or you, the reader, who breathes life into them? Or perhaps none of the thr...
And yet, you never knew wwhat you were capable of until you arrived at that given moment. Life was just a whole string of spots where you continued to surprise yourself.
You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.
When we were little, Eric and Fitz and I invented a language. I've forgotten most of it, with the exception of a few words: valyango, which meant pirate; palapala, which meant rain; and ruskifer, whic...
There are all sorts of losses people suffer—from the small to the large. You can lose your keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind....
Something was missing. I couldn't tell you what it was if you asked but it was off. And if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it's one thing if the missing two percent is, like, a...
So you see, this is why I never told my story. If you lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it. And if you didn't, you will never understand.
Love is not an equation, as your father once wanted me to believe. It's not a contract, and it's not a happy ending. It is the slate under the chalk and the ground buildings rise from and the oxygen i...
Life could take on any number of shapes while you were busy fighting your own demons. But if you were changing at the same rate as the person beside you, nothing else really mattered. You became each...
Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so.
I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.
It's just like nurses in a hospital tend to know more than the doctors most of the time; if you really want to get the answers to a question about court, you should spend more time buttering up the cl...
It was not compassion that led to Daniel's change of heart, and it was not kindness. It was realizing that, against all odds, he had something in common with Jason Underhill. Like Daniel, Jason had le...
It never failed to amaze Alex how, with the brush of a hand, thetrack of someone’s life might veer in a completely different direction.
It is amazing how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.
It is a strange thing, being suddenly motherless. It’s like losing a rudder that was keeping me on course, one that I never paid much mind to before now. Who will teach me how to parent, how to deal w...
It does not matter who forgives you, if you’re the one who can’t forget.