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.
Life he decided, was for living, not for having.
He always had the sense that they were on borrowed time.
He’d always believed that anything was possible when it came to love, that any obstacle could be overcome. Wasn’t that a truth that nearly everyone took for granted?
By then, after all, she understood the nature of romance, and knew it had little to do with trying to create a fantasy. Real romance was spontaneous, unpredictable, and could be as simple as listening to a man read a love letter found in a lonely mailbox on a stormy September afternoon.
The disappointments she’d experienced hadn’t hardened into either anger or bitterness, but rather acceptance that life seldom turns out the way that one imagines it will.