You’ll have to read the book, and don’t interrupt me. It’s distracting enough looking at you. You’ve already derailed my brain train with your face several times.
The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.” – Marcel Proust.
Maybe love, at its essence, is being a mirror for another person – for the good parts and the bad. Perhaps love is simply finding that one person who sees you clearly, cares for you deeply, challenges you and supports you, and subsequently helps you see and be your true self.
I had an odd thought just then, that I should only ever whisper her name, and that she should always be close enough to hear it.
If they don’t learn about launching rockets at home, then they’ll just learn about it on the streets.” I glowered at him. “That sounds like something Hitler would say.
Saying someone would make a great politician is like saying someone would make a great serial killer. It’s not a compliment.
My hair is ridiculous. It’s been misbehaving since birth.
This came from Sandra. “Roses are red, violets are blue, rhyming is hard. Wine.
He was so handsome I felt like filing a civil lawsuit against his parents, claiming punitive damages, pain and suffering to my psyche.
Parker, what are you doing?” “Making a funny face in an effort to make you stop staring at me like I murdered your beloved goldfish.
My type has a romantic soul. He’ll make my brain and my heart fight over who gets him first. He does what’s right, even when it’s not easy – actually, especially when it’s not easy. He knows the value of discipline, education, honor, and restraint. And his strength of character is the only thing that outweighs the strength of his love for me.
Think of how much better the world would be if people craved compliments about the beauty of their heart rather than the beauty of their face.
With enough use, practice, and honing of skill, words were the weapons of choice used by exceptional writers and poets. Minds can be changed, hearts can be lost and broken, souls can be surrendered given the right words.
I might cry later, at home, while watching Steel Magnolias and dressed like a homeless person. Sometimes I applied mascara before crying just to heighten the experience.
You’re my beginning, middle, and end.
We are most awake to the world and to our own longings and desires when we suffer.
Holding a grudge is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
We can’t change the past. But we can change how much importance we allow it to have over our future.
Everything is temporary, Duane. This,” he gestured to our surroundings, “this is temporary. Even mountains fall. Nothing lasts forever. You got a chance at happiness, even for a week, a month, a year? You grab it and you hold on to it for as long as it lasts.
The protector inside me was frowning while the predator soaked up her discomfort with glee.