Alcohol made me beautiful in a way I never felt the rest of the time.
He turned and pulled her in, placed his hands on the sides of her face and gazed into her eyes, his head moving closer and closer – -she still couldn’t say anything, couldn’t think of anything other than his mouth landing on hers.
I wanted something seismic to happen at the end. I wanted him to wake up so we could somehow forgive each other, say we loved each another, move on with some sense of closure, for I knew this would be the last time I saw him, but he didn’t wake up, and nothing was said.
It doesn’t matter how many years go by, how grown-up we think we are, how much we presume we have changed or evolved, when we are back in our childhood homes, we become exactly who we have always been.
It was everything I had dreamed of, his hands snaking through my hair, my own wrapped around his back, unable to believe I had been given license to touch this boy I had loved for so long, license to hold him, to slip my tongue in his mouth, listen to him sigh with pleasure.
People show you who they are, not by what they say, but by what they do.
Life is where you look, right? I mean look for the bad, you’ll find more of the bad, look for the good, you’ll find more of the good.
You were so talented,” her mother says, smiling. “It is such a pity you didn’t pursue that. Don’t marry someone because you think you need a partner. And don’t marry someone who tries to mold you into what he wants his wife to be. You’re better than that. Marry, if you do at all, only someone who loves you just the way you are. Because you are precious. There. I’ve said my piece. Are you still talking to me?” Meredith.
My mother grieved appropriately for a woman who had lost her husband of almost thirty years so tragically, and then, after six months, she blossomed.
I am not a people pleaser. I am not a person who says things because she thinks it will make the other person happy, nor am I a person who offers things she cannot deliver because I want the other person to like me.
I am beginning to realize, at the ripe old age of twenty-nine, that one of the problems I have in life is a tendency to completely romanticize how things will be in the future, which inevitably leads to disappointment because it’s pretty much never, never, what I expect.
That’s the problem with lying. You can never remember what you’ve said.
Life is so easy when you are young, she thinks. You can say and do almost anything, safe in the knowledge that an apology will make everything better. The older you get, the more impact those harmful words and deeds have. Once said, those words cannot be unspoken.
The thing is love is really the most important thing. That in love feeling at the beginning settles down into a different, familiar sort of love, but it has to be there right from the start, otherwise it just won’t work.
Being an introvert really means you recharge your batteries by being alone. You can be sociable, and outgoing and enjoy people, but only for limited amounts of time. Large groups and lots of stimulation exhaust an introvert. Literally, for every hour spent at a party, an introvert will need two hours on their own.” “I’m.
Her hair was grey and curly, her eyes a soft blue, her body seeming.
Love is love, Nell, in whatever form or shape it comes and those of us who have found it must not let anything get in the way.
The only thing I know for certain is that everything passes. The good times, the bad times.
I thought my entire life was coming apart, but I think I just realized that sometimes the thing you think is going to ruin your life is the thing that saves you.
Bad things always happen in three.