Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
I think you’re the only person who gets me. When I’m with you, the world doesn’t feel like a problem I can’t figure out. Please come to the dance, because you’re my music.
I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.
And if your parents have you for a reason, then that reason better exist. Because once it’s gone, so are you.
Dead isn’t angels or ghosts. It’s a physical state of breakdown, a change in all those carbon atoms that create the temporary house of a body so that they can return to their most elemental stage.
The desperate usually succeed because they have nothing to lose.
You’re unwilling to go out on a limb because it just might break underneath you.
If you didn’t remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn’t?
And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it.
She understood how a world jammed with phones, email, and faxes could still leave you feeling utterly alone.
People change, but only if you give them room to do it.
When it’s all over, you’re remembered for what you did, not what you said you were going to do.
I don’t know why it’s called “getting lost.” Even when you turn down the wrong street, when you find yourself at the dead end of a chain-link fence or a road that turnd to sand, you are somewhere. It just isn’t where you expected to be.
Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn’t speak out loud.
God doesn’t give people burdens they can’t handle.
Energy can’t be destroyed, only converted into something different. So when a person dies, where does that energy go?
Eventually, I told myself not to expect anything from him, and as a result it has gotten easier for me to take what comes.
If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over- only living with the mistakes you’ve made.
If you don’t know there’s an alternative, you can’t miss it.
The best relationships were the ones where both sides went out of their way to make sure the other wasn’t disappointed.