Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you.
Lie to yourself until it’s true.
The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.
He rises over me, a second sun, and fills me with light and heat.
But it was like wearing a size five sneakers when your foot is a seven- you can get by for a few steps, and then you set down and pull off the shoes because it just plain much.
What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you’ll never take your eyes off her again?
We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.
People ask all the time how I’m doing, but the truth is, they don’t really want to know.
Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn’t mean you ever took the opportunity to do so.
Embarrassment isn’t a just cause of action.
Since I was five, I’ve known that I was adopted, which is a politically correct term for being clueless about one’s own origins.
Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.
How can you be a survivor, when you can’t even remember the war?
Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.
I don’t understand why it’s a sin if you love something and want to keep it from having to suffer.
Identification is not the same as knowing someone through and through.
It was one thing to sacrifice your own life for someone else’s. It was another thing entirely to bring into the mix a third party – a third party who knew you, who trusted you implicitly.
I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I’d hurt Rob. Maybe that’s what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we’ve wounded the people we’re trying to protect.
Maybe mothers – consciously or subconsciously – repelled their daughters in different ways.
It felt like I’d been living underground, and for a moment, I’d been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you’ve seen that, how can you go back where you came from?