Is this even worth it? Are answers for me and for Willow worth what I’m putting Layla through?
Grudges are heavy, but for the people hurting the most, I suppose forgiveness is even heavier.
There isn’t a single human in history with a past misfortunate enough to excuse beating the person you’re suppose to protect.
The misery I felt was my normal. I could either learn to live with it or I could let it consume me.
Why keep fighting for someone who is no longer fighting for you.
When you have a mother who can’t love you, how are you supposed to believe anyone else could?
It was the exact moment I realized that I loved you.
Don’t think about where we used to be, just think about where we are.
We’re impressionable when we’re younger, and when you’re told you are nothing for years on end by everyone you should mean something to, you start to believe it. And you slowly start to become nothing.
You have got to forgive yourself for falling in love with me. We’ve shared a lot of chapters that don’t need to be torn out of our book, simply because there are things in them you don’t like. It’s part of our story. Every single sentence counts toward our happy ending, good or bad.
Brad pulls out the chair next to him while Darin begins shuffling a deck of cards. “Have a seat, Lily. One of our friends decided to be an idiot and get married last week, and now his wife won’t let him come to poker night anymore. You can be his fill-in until he gets a divorce.
She’s clean and she’s gone a lot. Two of the most important qualities in a roommate.
He sat down in the grass. I pointed at the row of trees that lined the fence to the left of the yard. “You see that tree over there?” In the middle of the row of trees was a oak tree that stood taller than all the rest of the trees. Atlas glanced over at it and dragged his eyes all the way up the top of the tree. “It grew on its own,” I said. “Most plants do need a lot of care to survive. But some things, like trees, are strong enough to do it by just relying on themselves and nobody else.
But it is not my excuse. It is my reality.
I ate a strand of Layla’s hair this morning.
Becoming a mother isn’t about securing your own happiness. It’s about taking the chance of being terrified and even devastated for the sake of a child.
You can fill your life with nice things, but nice things don’t fill the holes in your soul.
I want him to feel young for as long as he can. I want him to enjoy his time with me. I want him to know what love is long before I did.
I might feel invincible sometimes, but I’m not Wonder Woman.
Maybe you don’t have to know a person’s history to realize who they are in the present.