Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon
There are some mothers you just can’t love, for they don’t want you to love them.
Why was it I never realized when I was able to run wild and free that I was experiencing happiness? Why did I think back then, that happiness was always just ahead in the future, when I would be an ad...
What had Sylvia done?
We learned love was just like a soap bubble, so shining and bright one day, and the next day it popped.
We came together like long separated lovers who might never have the chance to kiss and hug again.
We are perfect children. Mentally, physically, emotionally, we are wholesome, and godly in every way possible. We have as much right to live, love, and enjoy life as any other children on this earth.
They saw me as someone who lived entirely within herself, like some creature who moved in an impenetrable bubble, emerging only when it was absolutely necessary to say anything to anyone or do anythin...
The love they had for each other seemed to me very different from the love I saw between the parents of the few friends I had. Their love seemed more intense, more tumultuous, more passionate. Wheneve...
Nobody ever does anything for anyone else unless it gives them even more.
Never would I become so dependent on a man I couldn’t make my way in the world, no matter what cruel blow life delivered!
Love...I put so much faith in it. Truth...I kept believing it falls always from the top lips of the one you love and trust the most. Faith...it's all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and...
Love doesn't spurt up like an instant bonfire, consuming all reason, it flickers and falters, and sometimes almost goes out. The fact that it doesn't go out, despite all the rain that fall on it--that...
La oscuridad era como estar ciego o muerto
I watched the jealousy between them grow, and felt it was none of my fault--only Momma's! As everything wrong in my life was her fault.
I felt sorry for her, and I felt betrayed by my own compassion.
From all that I heard, and overheard, fate was a grim reaper, never kind, with little respect for who was loved and needed.
Fed, clothed, and housed? Is that all you want out of life? There's a world of glamour and pleasure beyond the walls of this museum. Go after it. If you don't, I will. Arden, look at me. I'm twenty-fi...
El orgullo es el vicio siempre presente de los imbeciles
El Señor nos lo ha dado, el Señor nos lo ha quitado