It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.
Do I really have to find a word for it? Can’t it just be what it is?
He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.
Things are not magical because they’ve been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.
He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything – he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that’s the danger with firsts – you lose all sense of proportion.
It’s up to you, not fate. True. But it was also up to Lily. That was the trickiest part.
Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.
My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I’m perpetually surprised, but there’s nothing wrong with me that I can fix.
Fate has a strange way of making plans.
Ignorance is not bliss. Bliss is knowing the full meaning of what you have been given.
Love and I once had a great relationship, but I fear we’ve broken up. It cheated on me, wrecked my heart, and then went on to date other people. A lot of other people. And I can’t stand to watch it, since love’s going to cheat on them too.
We are so used to releasing words, we don’t know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.
I want this world small enough for the two of us I want you to think of me that way I want this world to crash us into marvelous I want you to kiss me and say:.
That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.
Self-esteem can be so exhausting. I want to cut my hair, change my clothes, erase the pimple from the near-tip of my nose, and strengthen my upper-arm definition, all in the next hour.
I have learned how to observe, far better than most people observe. I am not blinded by the past or motivated by the future. I focus on the present, because that is where I am destined to live.
You will always be my always.
It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.
Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.
The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.