True friendship exists when silence between two people is comfortable.
Yes, I would become upset when you forgot to take out the garbage, but that is not a real argument. That is nothing. It passes like a leaf blown by the window. It is over and done and it is forgotten quickly.
I am always with you, Ira.
Our stories are funny because we lived them, and we survived them.
People talk about truth like it’s the solution to all of life’s problems. I’ve been around long enough to know that isn’t the case, and that sometimes truth can do more harm than good.
No one ever said life was fair.
Dangerous events were transformed over the years into humorous anecdotes; painful moments were modified into sweet tales of innocence.
Night after night, my mom had us name three nice things our siblings had done for us, and each night we were somehow able to come up with something. And.
Actions – not thoughts or intentions – were the way to judge others.
You mean the one that used to be advertised on late-night television? Where the guy on the commercial uses it to cut through a tin can?” She nodded. “That’s the one.” “Did you get it?” “It’s the knife I’m using now.” He smiled. “I’ve never known anyone who actually admitted to buying one.” “Now you do,” she said.
Throw any two people together, add the inevitable ups and downs, give the mixture a vigorous stir, and a few stormy arguments were inevitable, no matter how much the couple loved each other.
I relive that year often in my mind, bringing it back to life, and I realize that when I do, I always feel a strange combination of sadness and joy. There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well. So I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can. This happens more often than I let on.
Jamie: Are you trying to seduce me? Landon: Why? Are you seducible?
When I see you, my darling, in the morning before showers or in your studio covered with paint with your hair matted and tired eyes, I know that you are the most beautiful woman in the world.
She hesitated, torn between excitement and terror, amazed that she was actually considering it.
In the last few days, you’ve made me feel... alive. You make me feel beautiful and intelligent and wanted, and no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to tell you how much that’s meant to me.
I could be whatever you want. you just tell me what you want and I’m gonna be that for you.
Rules were about averages, not specifics, and since people were conditioned since childhood to accept rules, it was easy to follow them blindly. To trust in the system. It was easier not to worry about random possibilities. It meant that people didn’t have to think about potential consequences, and when the sun was shining on Friday afternoons, they could play Frisbee without a care in the world.
While she was exceptional, I was average, a man whose major accomplishment in life was to love her without reservation, and that will never change.
Tru nodded, then started at the beginning. For the first time that morning, Hope seemed to emerge from her shell, escaping in the moment the.