You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.
Red and raw like my heart, pried from your’s, the two beating, no longer together, but a thousand miles between them when only yesterday they thumped in unison.
You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.
The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you’ve fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.
A best friend is your voice when you can’t find it.
It wasn’t my first kiss, maybe it wasn’t my best kiss, but it was pretty fine, and the fact that he had asked will forever make that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender it made me cry.
She’s incredible, not that she’s perfect. But you once said imperfections create character.
Sorry. But I don’t need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.
I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you’ll never let go?
Without Warning Sometimes you’re traveling a highway, the only road you’ve ever known, and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you.
And if candor strikes to forcefully, step back, draw careful breath, and consider the angle your words must take before you open your mouth, let them leak out. Because once you tilt the truth, it becomes a lie.
But more importantly, you are a gift, to all who know you, whether or not they realize it. If they don’t, they are blind. You have a special place in this world. All you hvae to do is find it.
Life is full of choices. We don’t always make good ones.
I needed to see, needed to know, needed a whole lot more.
Even good girls have secrets, ones even their best friends must guess.
Love without trust is nothing more than infatuation.
Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.
Real love shouldn’t be disposable.
If all you can promise me is today, I’ll take it and hope for tomorrow.
Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who’s supposed to protect you.