Wondering why people held on to anger and sadness, gripped it tight, let it dictate the course of their lives, but found it so hard to find and keep love.
… there was only one rule. Work hard and be nice, and everything would go just fine. That should be the rule for life, too, Emily thought. But, of course, that wasn’t how things went.
You can’t squeeze blood from a stone. You can try, but you do all the bleeding.
We may say we're looking for love, following dreams, chasing the dollar, but aren't we just looking for a place where we belong? A place where our thoughts, feelings, and fears are understood? - Ridle...
The years grew over that embrace like a vine.
There is no external refuge. Meaning, you cannot look into the outer world to feel safe, to feel at peace. You cannot look without for understanding, or for justice. You must look within. I
They don’t find peace. It’s pure bullshit. When something unspeakable happens, or when you do something unspeakable, it changes you. It takes you apart and reassembles you. You are a Frankenstein of c...
When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person, n...
When you’re young it's easy to confuse passion for love.
What is the difference between justice and revenge? he asked. ...Revenge seeks chaos, he said. Justice seeks balance. That's the difference.
They just want to be heard. They just want us to listen to their stories. Are
Others of us are lost. We're forever seeking. We torture ourselves with philosophies and ache to see the world. We question everything, even our own existence. We ask a lifetime of questions and are n...
We don’t choose where we come from, Marshall. And we often have little to say about what happens to us. But the adult understands that he and he alone is responsible for his life. You have choices now...
We can’t hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.
What we think of as our gut instincts are really a very complex mosaic of past experiences, deep-seated hopes, fears, desires.
When someone we love dies suddenly and tragically, it’s like seeing the curvature of the earth. You always knew it was round, a contained sphere floating in space. But when you see the bend in the hor...
Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words can break your heart.
She wanted to take those words back. But they were out, shattering in the air all around them, slicing them both.
She’d spun a web around Maggie’s son without his knowing it, without even perhaps her intention. Spider silk was stronger than chain if you happened to be a fly. There
I agree. I have a therapist now, one with whom I’m actually honest, and we’ve been over the events of my life again and again—rehashing without judgment the things I’ve done, the things that have been...
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