But I wouldn’t get him close, and I would never show him my heart.
My mother and Joe have a lovers’ shorthand, an economy of gestures that comes when you are close enough to someone to speak their language. I wonder if my mother and father ever had that, or if my mother was always just trying to decipher him.
There’s no point in being able to know everything about wolves if you can’t teach it to the people who need to learn.
If, even after you make what everyone considers to be the biggest mistake of your life, you stop thinking it’s a mistake and may be see it as the best thing that ever could have happened.
The problem with marriage – or may be its strength – was that it spanned a distance, and you were never the same person you started out being. If you were lucky, you could still recognize each other years later.
The age wasn’t as important as the milestones.
A villain let your creativity out of its cage.
Ketika kau hanya memiliki palu, semuanya tampak seperti paku.
If I tell you another seven hundred times, maybe one of these days you might turn your clothes right side out when you put them in the hamper, eh?
The bond between a mother and a child weighed nothing on a scale; it took up no room in a test tube. But most of us would have a hard time saying it didn’t exist.
Whether or not you believe in fate comes down to one thing: who you blame when something goes wrong. Do you think it’s your fault – that if you’d tried better, worked harder, it wouldn’t have happened? Or do you just chalk it up to circumstance?
Later, as I got to know her, I’d realize that when she gardens, she never sees the seed. She is already picturing the plant it will become. I imagine she thought the same, meeting me.
Love is like a tidal wave. It sucks you under and you drown. But sometimes, love is the only thing that keeps you afloat.
Surely I missed the Bloodsucking Your Client class in law school, since all evidence points to me being the poster boy for Financially Ruined Defense Attorneys.
When he smiles at me, I am lost.
Any smidgen of emotion revealed would crack the careful mask of control and leave the person in pieces.
What did you say to the people who had given you life, when you were about to intentionally throw that gift away?
That what one person sees as a difference of opinion can be, to the other person, a sign of great disrespect.
Forgiving isn’t something you do for someone else. It’s something you do for yourself. It’s saying, You’re not important enough to have a stranglehold on me. It’s saying, You don’t get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.
The geeks shall inherit the earth. I am starting to believe this might actually be true.