She knew that there came a point when your mind told you everything was wrong, but your body betrayed you anyway, reaching out for whatever comfort was offered.
Optimism is a sliver of glass in your heart.
Hope’ is the thing with feathers/That perches in the soul/And sings the tune without the words/And never stops–at all.
First you must have the images. Then come the words. —Robert James Waller. Images. I had seen that word before—at least six times before on my annual reading sojourn to the sheriff’s office. The word...
Напиваться - это для слабых, это выход для людей, которым не хватает сил справиться с собственной жизнью, крепко стоять на ногах. Пьянство - это побег.
War was nothing but a grand experiment. Behind every senseless tragedy, there was some guy with a clipboard.
They’ll only get your goat if you show them where you keep your hay.
The spiral stairs looked like a robot’s asshole.
She's just come undone, her mother had whispered on the phone to her aunt Bella. It was an old colloquialism, the sort of thing you didn't think people still said. The phrase fit Sara so completely th...
She had felt capable of anything.
I’m fine. Will put his hand on Amanda’s foot again. He could feel a steady pulse near her ankle. He’d worked for this woman most of his career but still knew very little about her. She lived in a cond...
Her father always said that the price for hearing gossip was having someone else gossip about you.
He grinned. It’s cheaper than that
Repeated Jasper’s words, because in the future, if she ever wavered about never talking to her brother again, she wanted to remember in detail everything he had said. She told him, I have the paperwor...
He was crying, but then she realized that he was probably trying to regain his composure so that Andy wouldn’t be even more worried when she saw him. She had seen Gordon cry once, and only once, befor...
To all the librarians in the world on behalf of all the kids y’all helped grow up to be writers
Tears had rolled down his cheeks, one long drip after another, like condensation on the side of a glass.
She would never feel another man’s touch without wondering whether or not she could really trust him.
Neither of us will ever move forward if we are always looking back.
My point is that you see these people in a way that I will never see them. Your experiences are no longer my experiences. I can’t guide you any longer because I don’t know where you’re going.