No more looking at a wall and pretending it’s a mirror. No more shelving fiction in the non-fiction section. No more thinking I could get away with it.
The heart is a treacherous beast, but it means well.
Whatever you had – I don’t know what it was, and that’s fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that’s okay. But you have to figure that if it’s too much hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.
Don’t underestimate the gift of someone who smiles every time they see you.
Now I just want it to end. I’ve always wanted the happy ending, but now I’ll just settle for the ending.
It is always the ones who believe that are hurt the worst when things go wrong.
But there’s something about her – the cities on her shoes, the flash of bravery, the unnecessary sadness – that makes me want to know what the word will be when it stops being a sound. I have spent years meeting people without ever knowing them, and on this morning, in this place, with this girl, I feel the faintest pull of wanting to know. And in a moment of either weakness or bravery on my own part, I decide to follow it. I decide to find out more.
The minute she left the apartment, I missed having her there. But as with all loves, I supposed, the consolation was in the fact that she’d be back.
He’s not doing it to hurt me. I have to believe that. He’s doing it to make himself happy which just happens to hurt me.
If you put enough closets together, you have enough space for a room. If you put enough rooms together, you have enough room for a house. If you put enough houses together, you have space for a town, then a city, then a nation, then a world.
They had built a friendship strong enough to withstand the disappearance of kisses. It was off balance, at first, for sure- their bodies not knowing what to do, the magnetism toward kissing still there, because even when the mind shuts off the romance, it sometimes takes a while for the body to get the message.
This is the dangerous thing about musicals. Most of them assume that as soon as you find your voice, you’ll use it to sing to someone else.
Some of our parents were always on our side. Some of our parents chose to banish us rather than see us for who we were. And some of our parents, when they found out we were sick, stopped being dragons and became dragonslayers instead. Sometimes that’s what it takes – the final battle. But it should take much, much less than that.
We’re librarians, sir. And we will not let you check out this future librarian unless your prove to us that you’ll take good care of him when he’s in your home.
So we must buck up, put on a kind face, and get on with it.
No past. No future. Just present. Give it a chance.
But none of that really mattered. I had found my tribe. It felt like a family reunion for the family I’d never really known, a homecoming at the place where I was always meant to be but hadn’t known how to find.
There is nothing more painful than watching someone give up on you.
What’s gone is gone.
We all think we are actors, given our scripts. But really? You’re the playwright. You’re the composer.