People believe in God because they don’t have any other explanation for things that happen.
There are skeletons in everyone’s closet, things no one ever wants the world to discover.
Marina sighs. “Love is like a tidal wave,” she says. “Because it sweeps you off your feet?” I ask. “No, because it sucks you under and you drown.” “But sometimes,” I point out, “it’s the only thing that keeps you afloat.
So much time is spent with people superficially. You remember all the fun you had but nothing specific.
She pictured how it would feel to trust your instincts in a strange land, to know the difference between where you had been and where you were going.
How could you pick, knowing that you’d have to go home and live with the choice you made?
It struck Lacy that she didn’t really know what color a chameleon was before it started changing.
I asked her sister for a cell number, at least, but something tells me that 401-GO2-HELL is out of service.
May be there are entire worlds where there are no fences, where feeling bears you like a tide.
Elise Vasquez and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the woman we both feel we lost, and may be never really had.
How am I suppose to think about Anna Fitzgerald when I’m wondering whether Julia has ever woken up in someone’s arms and for just a moment, before the sleep cleared from her mind, thought maybe it was me?
What good is the legal process if people can decide their motives are bigger than the law?
Cinta bukanlah suatu persamaan. Cinta bukan suatu kontrak, dan bukan suatu akhir yang bahagia. Cinta adalah papan tulis di bawah kapur tulis, tanah dari mana gedung-gedung muncul, dan oksigen dalam udara. Cinta adalah tempat aku kembali, ke mana pun aku pergi.
It’s a little convenient, isn’t it, to say that the reason you did something horrible was because someone else told you to. That doesn’t make it any less wrong. No matter how many people are telling you to jump off a bridge, you always have the option to turn around and walk away.
You couldn’t fight the injustice of fate; you could only suffer it and hope that one day it might be different.
A heart with so many stress fractures would never be anything but broken.
The reason it’s important to believe in something, he said, is because you can.
Since when does anyone get the option to do the easiest?
Recollections are in the eye of the beholder. No two held side by side can ever quite match.
Logically, I understand that it wasn’t Edward’s fault my family fell apart after he left. But when you’re eleven years old, you don’t give a flip about logic. You just really miss holding your big brother’s hand.