You let me be who I am. So many people ask me why I need to take pictures all the time. Why I’m staring at something they can’t see. It’s like I have to apologize for having eyes. But you’ve never rushed me. I’m at my best around you. You’re my nova. You light me up.
It appears time has two different effects on the heart,” I say, still looking at the leaves. “It either makes it swell with love or shrivel with bitterness.
Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.
I started to teach him how to swim only to leave him in the deep end too soon.
I wonder if it’s okay to let a single person be the center of your life.
If you never leave where you come from, I don’t think you’ll ever figure out who you are, because how much is forced on you? How much of your personality is imposed instead of created? That’s why I left. I think people need to leave in order to find their potential.
Trying to change someone is easier than trying to accept them It’s how we’re programmed.
What is the girl version of a tool? An accessory? Yes! That’s what she is. A safe, simple accessory.
I love you and fried eggs and you more.
Some people try to tell you the things you want in life are out of your grasp, while others lift you up on their shoulders and help you reach them. I may not know a lot, but I prefer to fill my life with people who let me climb on top of their shoulders, not people who try to keep me planted on the ground.
Hope works like that. It hinds and blends in, only to pop out when you least expect it. It’s always a surprise, something you step on, trip over, or stumble on by accident. It hides in the divots of our lives. in the loneliest valleys. It’s like a child, always playing hide and seek to keep our lives unpredictable. Just when we’re about to give up, hope turns on, like light, to guide out way.
I have more online contacts than I can count. I make about one hundred connections a day. I have access to millions of people. I use to think that I had friends in these numbers. But virtual friends are like stars stretched out in the sky. They’re out there, they exist, and I can imagine what they’re like, but we’ll never meet. We all just co-exist in this vast universe with a length of space between us.
It still hurts, but life is supposed to hurt. Too many people think life is supposed to be easy and perfect all the time. But there is always some hurt. It’s part of being alive. You have to accept it’s a piece that every single person carries. It’s what makes us human.
Every decision we make in life, every new relationship, every job, every change, is a free fall. And it’s not the dive that will kill us. It’s the fear of taking the jump that hurts the most. The secret is to believe we are all capable of flight.
He was like a book, where each chapter picks up pace until you can’t put it down. That’s when you know you’ve made a friend – when you want to read more of his story.
The happiest people aren’t necessarily the most successful, or the most popular, or the most talented. They’re the ones who are interested in the people around them.
Our strengths define us, but our weaknesses limit us.
I learned that once you make a decision, you need to see it through. If you don’t, you’ll lose faith in yourself, and that’s when you’ll let other people make decisions for you.
I wasn’t rebellious. Maybe I was just more human than the average person.
The rain picks up outside. It hits and slams against the window, but I think it sounds like music – a light mix of tambourine and cymbals. The wind sounds like a guitar, all low, melancholy notes. Thunder takes the drums. I’m quiet as I listen to the song.