It was hard to really hate someone so good-looking. That was just the unfairness of life.
You had to appreciate the small things in life when the big things made you want to curl up in the corner in the fetal position and give up.
I watched her silently as she retreated. And somewhere deep down inside, somewhere where there were no rules and no limits, somewhere where only the beating of my own heart could be heart, love took root.
It was the first time in my life anyone had acted embarrassed in front of me. People had acted embarrassed for me, but never because of something they’d done in front of me. It made me feel like a real person, Bree. It made me feel like something about me mattered.
When we opened our eyes and he stared down at me, smoothing my hair back and tucking a piece behind my ear, his eyes told me everything his voice couldn’t. We communicated a thousand words, without a single one being spoken.
You are my dream,” I whisper to her in the dark. “You are my every dream come true.
I loved the way he smelled, too, even though he was sweaty and dirty and un-showered. I could have stuck my nose in his armpit and inhaled happily. It was one of those very human things that was sort of sexy and sort of gross at the same time.
Healing, like stone, is just sand and pressure and time.
We laughed and something inside me clicked into place. It was as if the mix of colors on the canvas was finally perfect for the picture I wanted so desperately to create.
Sometimes an evil man acted as a hero, and sometimes a victim became a tormenter. Criminals exhibited unexpected grace, and honest men had moments of great weakness. There was a strange, terrible, beautiful, complicated universe inside them all where nothing was simply black or white.
Trust yourself. Go with your gut.
You whispered to me. And I whispered back. You heard, didn’t you?
There’s never been a choice. And I know it must be hard for you to believe in my love after everything I’ve done that’s hurt you, but it’s true. God, it’s true. And if you’ll give me another chance to prove it to you, I’ll do anything. Anything.
Only You, only ever you. And her love slips quietly around me, holding me, anchoring me, reminding me that the loudest words are the ones we live”.
I believe everyone deserves grace, Clara. What you will have to ask yourself is if you should offer that grace from near or from afar. Offering grace does not mean offering your heart. That, my darlin’, must be protected at all cost.
I wanted to believe that love was the rarest of all flowers: it delighted in the sunshine but did not require it to grow and flourish.
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
Maybe there was no right or wrong, no black or white, only a thousand shades of gray when it came to pain.
It was as if my body were his instrument and he learned to play it so perfectly that the melody vibrated within my very soul.
It’s not the things you do with love and good intentions that you end up regretting. It’s the things you don’t do that you have to live with. Be honest with yourself about your intentions, Gabriel, and then follow your heart. Regardless of the outcome, you’ll never live with regret.