Perhaps he d always known that the truth of a person lies in the heart.
There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there’s someone who must give.
It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.
Tradionally, parents made decisions for a child, because presumably they are looking out for his or her best interests. But if they are blinded, instead, by the best interests of another one of their children, the system breaks down.
I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.
When I’m with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that’s backing up.
Parenting is really just a matter of tracking, of hoping your kids do not get so far ahead you can no longer see their next moves.
The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we’re supposed to.
I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they’d reach forever.
Like the teens I worked with, I understood the need for miracles – they kept reality from paralyzing you.
And sometimes, he was less lucid. He’d run around his cell like a caged animal; he’d rock back and forth; he’d swing from topic to topic as if it was the only way to cross the jungle of his thoughts.
If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost?
There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.
It is a remarkable question- Do all the wonderful things happen when we are not aware of them?
I don’t know the first thing about holding together a family, especially one that resembles an heirloom vase, shattered but glued back together for its beauty, and no one mentions that you can see the cracks as plain as day.
As for his name, well, what attorney wouldn’t want to be able put a Judge in a crate every now and then?
A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod...
My mother moves so fast I do not even see it coming. But she slaps my face hard enough to make my head snap backward. She leaves a print that stains me long after it’s faded. Just so you know: shame is five-fingered.
I adore the way he looks at me sometimes, as if love is a quantity he cannot measure scientifically, because it multiplies too quickly.
You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he’s really just hoping he makes it all the way across?