As always, I thank God for words. I’m so glad I don’t have to try to communicate this story to you with my antennae or something. Words are so delicious, and I’ll be forever happy they exist.
People will throw food at me, people will throw words at me, and I have to be stronger than that if I’m going to survive.
I woke early the next morning, well before the others, and smiled at my brothers, my protectors. The sister in me wanted to stay. But the princess in me got up and went to prepare for the new day.
You were my pick. My only pick.
This was joy. This was love. So many words you hear about or read about and now... now I knew them.
And there was too much love in my heart to leave room for regret.
Y a veces la gente no sabe si interpretar el silencio como confianza en ti misma o como miedo. Te miran todo el rato como si fueras un bicho raro, a ver si al final consiguen que te sientas como tal.
Our caste was just three away from the bottom. We were artists. And artists and classical musicians were only three steps up from dirt. Literally. Our money was stretched as tight as a high wire, and our income was highly dependent on the changing seasons.
The only way to get to the good is to walk through the bad.
I didn’t have to worry about her, which was why she couldn’t leave the palace one day. What about me?
He had dark hair and green eyes, and this smile that made you think he had a secret. He was tall, but not too tall. Thin, but not too thin.
If only I could sit and patch them up for him. That was my great ambition.
I prefer being below the radar. That’s what I’m used to, you know?
I’ve been with Camille a long time, and even if everything ended tomorrow, I’d be a better person because of her. There are some things you don’t learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.
It was completely fascinating to me the way that love grew. I kept thinking I’d found a way to give him all that I had, but then I’d learn a new quirk, hear a new story, go through a new experience, and my heart swelled.
I breathed. It was the only way to get from any moment to the next. Breathe in, breathe out.
See there,” she said, pointing to my eyes. “Not the same color, but the same determination. And your lips, they have the same hopeful smile. I know you have your grandmother’s coloring, but you’re your mother’s daughter, through and through.
I don’t want you to think that your life has been wasted while you have been so precious to me.
If I could face reporters and dignitaries, I could face a boy.
There’s a different kind of beauty that comes with humility and honesty.