People who stay in the same town with the same friends for their entire lives never get a chance to find out who they can really be, because they will always be considered as who they were.
She did love him, in that way that teenage girls love, like a lemming. Which is not love, of course.
When I look back on my life, I marvel at how it hasn’t been the major decisions that have most impacted its course. It’s been the tiny, seemingly inconsequential ones. Think about it. Think about the...
When you hate women, you hate all the female elements of your own psychology. Jung believed that there were two primary anthropomorphic archetypes of the unconscious mind. The animus is the unconsciou...
An awareness of your own worth is the most attractive quality in the world.
I love the way Beck loves. If everyone loved like she did, the world would be a better place.
Ah, gym class. Remember it? Institutionally sanctioned torture for society’s misfits.
As far as Eloise was concerned, there were only two ways of being in the world. You either walked through life acting out of love, or you acted out of fear.
But in the end, it’s not just the big and small events that make you who you are, make your life what it is, it’s how you choose to react to them. That’s where you have control over your life.
But that was the hypocrisy of adulthood: You never wanted the children you cared about to do things you’d done when you were heedless of the fragility of life.
But that’s the thing about mental illness; there’s no such thing as a cookie-cutter diagnosis. We’re all crazy in our own special way. Some of us just have it worse than others.
But then again, we're all on death row, aren't we? Most of us just don't know it.
But there was something more true, more solid about loving someone through change.
But words are all we have, their essence the only passage into our centers, the only way we can make people feel what we feel
Character gives us qualities, but it is in actions—what we do—that we are happy or the reverse…. All human happiness and misery take the form of action. —ARISTOTLE Writing
Choices turned to consequences, opinions turned to judgments, and admiration turned to envy. Envy curdled everything, like lemon in milk.
Daily, she forgave his flaws, just as she knew he forgave hers. Maybe that alone was the foundation of a good marriage, an endless willingness to forgive and to love in spite of ourselves, an ability...
Dysfunction isn’t a choice, it’s a disease.
Eloise knew that it was so much more complicated than that. There are no trades in this life, and depression is a dark, dark doorway some people have no choice but to walk through.
Eloise thought that justice was a funny thing. It was a big idea, a romantic one. It was imagined like a satisfying end to a story.
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