You might have to lose control before you could find out what you’d been missing.
What you had could never make up for what you’d lost.
Some people don’t know what to do with an act of kindness.
Missed opportunities were never superficial wounds; they cut straight to the bone.
There is a place in you that you don’t even know exists, where you can simply stand back and watch without feeling any pain.
A lie took two parties – the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.
Or in other words, it’s the substance you’ve got when you start that determines the outcome.
What is right, in the end, is not always what it seems to be, and some rules are better broken.
The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they’re happy.
Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.
The truth was, history repeated itself on a daily basis; mistakes were made over and over. People were haunted by what they had done, and by what they hadn’t had time to do.
The thinnest slice would be teeming with memories of a love so strong it turned you inside out and left you gasping, and would be an identical match to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate.
We are all, I suppose, beholden to our parents – the question is, how much?
I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.
I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them. Brian Fitzgerald, talking about his children.
No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it’s a miracle.
He insisted that stars were people so well loved, they were traced in constellations, to live forever.
You couldn’t have strength without weakness, you couldn’t have light without dark, you couldn’t have love without loss.
She was all the things I wasn’t. And i was all the things she wasn’t. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn’t even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I’ve always been. Her hand, it fit mine.
The problem with you is that you always see a glass of milk half empty instead of half filled.