Our relationship now thoroughly ruined, with even civility destroyed between us, all I wanted anymore was the door.
There are always two figures in a marriage, two votes, two conflicting sets of decisions, desires and limitations.
I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn’t wake him to share in my distress.
Equally disquieting are the times when we do make a choice, only to later feel as though we have murdered some other aspect of our being by settling on one single concrete decision.
I was a veritable Johnny Appleseed of grand expectations, and all I reaped for my trouble was a harvest of bitter fruit.
Oh, cold world – I have grown so weary of you and all your horrible bathrooms.
I would say that if you really want to STOP knowing someone, you have to divorce him.
Desperate love is always the toughest way to do it.
If you want to get to the castle, Groceries, you’ve got to swim the moat.
Whatever this feeling is – this is what I have been praying for. And this is also what I have been praying to.
My face is a transparent transmitter of my every thought.
Sometimes out hearts are broken so new light can get in.
So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it.
The gods are fond of the cryptic and dislike the evident.
I wonder if I am capable of being somebody’s sun, somebody’s everything. Am I centered enough now to be the center of somebody else’s life?
Infatuation is not quite the same thing as love; it’s more like love’s shady second cousin who’s always borrowing money and can’t hold down a job.
It’s so much easier and cheaper to keep the river uncontaminated in the first place than it is to clean it up again once it’s been polluted.
There is a theory that if you yearn sincerely enough for a Guru, you will find one. The universe will shift, destiny’s molecules will get themselves organized and your path will soon intersect with the path of the master you need.
Guilt’s just your ego’s way of tricking you into thinking that you’re making moral progress. Don’t fall for it, my dear.
He looks at you like you’re someone he’s never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is, you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You’re a pathetic mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes.