Even for people like us – there’s always someone who’s hungrier. And hunger, well, it comes in different forms.” He lowered his head. “I try not to forget that,” he finished quietly, looking slightly embarrassed.
There are lots of ways to avoid pain,” she murmured. “None of them are healthy if they’re based on fear. A reaction – a rebellion if you will – rather than something from the heart.
And I realized again what a tender soul she was, how she wanted love so badly she had even tried to find it in the ugliest of places, in the first attention she’d ever received from.
There are so many ways to read you, Archer Hale. And I love every single one of them.
We’re always the ones stuck while you men fight for the things that are so important to you for reasons we can’t understand. We wait, and we wonder, and we hurt.” He.
Looking at this house made me crushingly aware that most of my life I’d lived behind the shadow of who my father wished me to be. And all I’d ever longed for was to stand in the sunshine of being loved for who I was.
Someday I’m going to leave here, but a part of my heart is going to remain. With you.” My.
I myself might have found him appealing if he wasn’t so obviously crazy and useless.
He’d never seen anything prettier. Not even the almost-night when the colors of the bleeding sun filled the sky and came down to kiss the earth.
Heaven showed up in small, stolen moments. And he had learned to recognize them for what they were. To pause, to hold them close and breathe them in as they filtered slowly, slowly through his soul. And for those tender slips of precious time, the broken world was only perfect.
Life can still hold miracles, even very small ones.
I’m in love with Haven Torres. Deeply, miserably, completely in love with her.
Sometimes, you don’t even realize anything is wrong until someone comes along and changes you, and makes you want more. In my case, it was a beautiful girl with a plan who shattered the world I thought I knew.
And listen to them, not with your hurt, but with your heart.
Love can be piercing. Love means exposing yourself – all of yourself, every tender part – to being hurt. Because true love is not only the flower, true love is also the thorns.
I’ve wanted to taste them and suck on them since I walked in on you the other day,” I admitted, my lips against her skin as I kissed the other breast. “I’ve wondered if they taste as sweet as they look.
There are no interesting stories in these parts, just weary, never-ending tales of tragedy and woe. And toothlessness.
It’s not easy,” Ruben said, sitting up on the couch and gesturing to his own marred face. “Wearing your mistakes and regrets on the outside where others can judge them. But, man, the problem is not that others judge you harshly, it’s that you believe what they say.
She just wanted to love him and feel loved in return. Why was that too much to ask? Why must the color of one’s skin determine destiny? Determine wars. Separation. How did the color of one’s skin create such distinction when no one asked to be born what he or she was? Surely God on High hadn’t intended that. Had He?
Every once in a while I hear something... something between a feeling and a whisper.