That was me, apparently: scared of cows, and scared of love.
Every now and then, something really, genuinely true cuts through all the chaos of life and just gets your full attention.
I didn’t like her, but I loved her. And he’d underestimated me, as well. Because it’s so much harder to love someone who’s difficult than to love someone who’s easy.
People loving you for your best qualities is not the same as people loving you despite your worst.
And here, right here, is the trouble with being close to other people. The better they know you, the better they can hurt you.
It’s not all that often that people who’ve wronged you actually apologize. Usually, in my experience, they go on and on maintaining their innocence. Insisting that they weren’t so bad, or they had their reasons, or you were somehow partly to blame.
All we can do is put away our anger, and our blame, and our guns” – see what I did there? – “and try to make things better instead of worse. That’s the only answer there is.
It’s as if loving somebody – really, bravely, just all-in loving somebody – is a doorway to something divine.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying, it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child, hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
So I decided something right then: Every chance you take is a choice. A choice to decide who you are.
The most important thing to remember is that getting what you want doesn’t make you happy.
Wow. There was something so inspiring about being so underestimated.
It made me miss my mom in a way I never expected. Or maybe not her, exactly – but the person she could have been. The relationship we could have had. I’d always wondered if other people’s mothers were as good as they seemed.
Well, children can’t see their parents clearly until they grow up.
I didn’t know what to do with the sadness that was soaking into my heart. It felt so full, I could wring it out like a sponge. What did people do with sadness like this? How did they dry it out?
But getting dumped lasts forever. Because a person who loved you decided not to love you anymore.
But she was gone before I even fully realized that losing her was possible.
Sometimes anybody really isn’t better than nobody.
Joy is an antidote to fear. To anger. To boredom. To sorrow.” “But you can’t just decide to feel joyful.” “True. But you can decide to do something joyful.
And that it’s always better to have what you have than to get what you wanted. Except for this: Every now and then, when you are impossibly lucky, you rise above yourself – and get both.