Sometimes a man’s spirit just ain’t strong enough to withstand the ghosts from his past.” “Maybe that boy just lost his spirit somewhere along the way.
It’s a misconception, at least in my case, that people who live in poverty scarf down food when they do get it. I’ve always savored it because I never knew when it would come again.
Even his smile is sad. It makes me wonder if his smile would be different under different circumstances.
It’s an okay book. There are words in it. Read it if you want.
The moments that follow my shrug are probably why it’s taken him so long to ask the question in the first place. It’s the moment I feel his heart come to a halt, the moment he presses his lips into my hair and sighs a breath he’ll never get back, the moment he realizes he has both arms wrapped around me but he still isn’t holding me. He hasn’t been able to hold me for a while now. It’s hard to hold on to someone who has long since slipped away.
Did you know eleven in the morning is the deadliest time of day?
I don’t have to know anything about your past to know you’re a good person.
He was Marlin and I was Dory, and I was helping him swim.
That gives him pause. “Will it have a happy ending?” I’m still looking out the window when I say, “It’ll be a book about my life, so I don’t see how it could.
I feel my heart bone heal completely.
Being near him is second nature.
But an act doesn’t have to be forgiven in order to learn from it.
I would have fallen for you even if you didn’t love Diem.
Treating Lily the way she deserves to be treated is the easiest part of my life. I think you should be relieved she’s with someone like me.
But even monsters can’t survive without a heart beating inside their chest. There’s a heart in there somewhere. Maybe no one in her life has ever let her know they’re appreciative that it still beats.
If there’s nothing inside a heart that can break, why does it feel like mine is going to snap in half when it’s time for me to move next month? Does your heart not feel like that?
I’ve gone so long trying not to feel them, I was starting to worry I no longer felt anything. But the feelings were never gone. They never left. I just forced everything to sleep so it wouldn’t hurt as much.
It’s like my emotions are still tethered to him somehow and I can’t figure out how to cut the strings.
The only question that remains is: Which truth was she manipulating?
Tacos can excuse a lot of bad decisions, but I’m not sure they’re worthy enough to excuse a possession.