If you don’t receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.
There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.
I know that it’s easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible.
Their love for me was both a myth and a torture and so I wrecked everything. I hurt them, and I left them hurting.
Learning became her. She loved the smell of the book from the shelves, the type on the pages, the sense that the world was an infinite but knowable place. Every fact she learned seemed to open another question, and for every question there was another book.
Sometime, Mrs. Truitt, we work very hard at something, we exhaust ourselves to accomplish something which seems vital to us.” He chose his words with care. “Our best hope for happiness. And sometimes we find that thing, only to find it has simply not been worth the effort.
In times of grief, you’re waiting for something to happen, but the thing you’re waiting for has already taken place.
How life goes in bad directions when your heart is asleep.
Every exchange making him feel like an idiot, making him draw his spine up straight and making him fiddle with his hair, and all he wanted to do was to see her naked on the floor. Not brutal, not unkind, enraptured.
She was the beautiful, lethal, insinuating spider he had waited for all his life.
But I don’t think that’s the case for a lot of people. For a lot of people, for a lot the people I met in the bin, I think personal choice has very little to do with it.
I think kissing is what separates us from the animals and makes us divine.