You can make it dark, but I can’t make it light.
If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?
There are some weapons you can’t protect yourself against.
I once heard someone on a bus say that this guy had gotten under her skin. And it struck me as a remarkable thought – that someone would affect you so deeply they’d always be a part of you.
The way i see it, love is just a bigger, stickier form of trust.
How foolish it is to run away with a man who’s already run away with someone else...
As Lacy waited for her turn to speak on Peter’s behalf, she thought back to the first time she realized she could hate her own child.
Maybe if God gives you a handicap, he makes sure you’ve got a few extra doses of humor to take the edge off.
You can’t pay a landlord in dogma.
But rules only work when everyone plays by them. What happens when someone doesn’t, and the fallout bleeds right into his life? Whats stronger- the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one’s back on it?
A sacrament – like marriage – means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you’re modeling God. And God never gives up.
I found plain truth very interesting.
On the surface, we’re polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we’re the same: people think they know what they’re getting, and they’re always wrong.
She wondered if this was true of every parent: if, prior to having children, they all used to be someone else.
Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is.
That’s what happens to dreams, life gets in the way.
Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.
They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here?
I remember for that one moment, I believe I was hitch hiking on one of those comets, falling so fast that I’d surely burn away before I ever hit the ground.
From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest. Darkness, you know, is relative.