Why are you so anxious to build yourself a ceiling? Why don’t you build a rocket instead?
I’m just saying, if you can’t have an adventure where you are, what makes you think you’ll have an adventure anywhere else?
Books are friends. You don’t just – just – just give away friends!
Cletus’s middle name wasn’t “Evasive”, but it should have been. Another.
My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.” – Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.
Realization of his philandering arrived via an empty condom wrapper tucked in the back pocket of his jeans as I, the dutifully dumb girlfriend, decided to do him a favor by throwing some of his laundry in with mine.
The color of her eyes was mossy gold. It make me want to write crap poetry and hire a skywriter.” Quinn Sullivan.
Begging your pardon, but I’m not just a secretary. I seriously, seriously despised it when people called secretaries and administrative professionals just a secretary. Being a secretary was a multitasking marathon, a daily gauntlet of making everyone happy all the time.
And I silently simmered in the chaos of my mind and heart.
Beau could talk a policeman into committing armed robbery.
I sputtered for a minute. Then I consulted the ceiling. It was silent on the matter and, strangely, didn’t seem to share my outrage.
These brothers who I thought I knew were turning out to be a mystery wrapped in an enigma, slathered in conundrum flavored cream cheese.
But what feels good isn’t always what’s good for me, and I’m not willing to settle for being with someone who sometimes treats me well. I’d rather be alone.
Make no mistake, what just happened between us was momentous for me. My life and heart have been forever transformed. You are the architect and artist of my own personal paradise. Now, when I close my eyes, I won’t need to imagine what heaven feels like. I’ll know.
Will you please refrain from shining your high beams at my retinas. You’ve blinded me.
Like it or not, sometimes the only way to win is to surrender.
It is the burden of the optimist to live a life not knowing why others can’t see the beautiful light within themselves.
Love brings to light a lover’s noble and hidden qualities-his rare and exceptional traits: it is thus liable to be deceptive of his normal qualities.” – Friedrich Nietzsche.
Do not let the memories of your past limit the potential of your future. There are no limits to what you can achieve on your journey through life, except in your mind.” – Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart.
Cell phones, like the other social media constructs of our time, encourage the collecting of so-called friends and contacts similar to how my grandmother used to collect teacups and put them on display in her china cabinet. Only now, the teacups are people, and the china cabinet is Facebook.