Eyes kept changing colors, jumbling his kaleidoscope emotions.
A long time ago I’d given up on religion, thinking it wasn’t for me when so many were bigoted, narrow-minded, and cruel.
With everything you gained, you had to lose something - so I might as well as get used to it, and make the best of it.
Why doesn’t the Good Book say honor thy children, Grandpa, why doesn’t it?
That's the way all life's battles are won.. You don't look at the overall picture. You take one step, then another, and another... until you arrive at your destination.
Still, we were young, and hope has strong roots inthe young, right down to their toes,
Shadows in the house put shadows in the mind.
Por que? Esa era la pregunta de nuestras vidas.
People never really died. They only went on to a better place, to wait a while for their loved ones to join them. And then once more they went back to the world, in the same way they had arrived the f...
People never really die until you forget them.
Most of our teachers, knowing we had an extra day off, usually piled on the homework to make up for it.
Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.
I want my name to mean something after I’m dead.
I knew I wouldn't hold on to any friends if I said what I thought.
I don't like the tone of your voice. Speak respectfully when you speak to me.La-dee-da, and ho-ho-ho! The day I speak respectfully to you, Christopher, will be the day you earn my respect - and that w...
I could have slapped him from the way he moved backward, abandoning the sweet ecstasy of kissing forbidden places that had aroused me. He sat up on the side of the bed and bowed his head into his hand...
How wonderful to be understood, and never have to explain.
Hay un jardin en el cielo, que esta esperando. Es un jardin que Chris y yo imaginamos hace muchos años, mientras yaciamos en una losa dura y negra del tejado y contemplabamos el Sol y las estrellas
Angel, saint, Devil's spawn, good or evil, you've got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won't be long before I follow.
After it's all over, the early childhood, a chain of birthdays woven with candlelight, piles of presents, voices of relatives singing and praising your promise and future, after the years of schooling...