It’s true. It’s like the hidden secret that no one tells you. we can all be beautiful girls, Colie. it’s so easy. it’s like Dorothy clicking her heels to go home. You could do it all along.
Their words, like the music, had the potential to be endless.
If something doesn’t work exactly right, or maybe needs some special treatment, you don’t just throw it away. Everything can’t be fully operational all the time. Sometimes, we need to have the patience to give something the little nudge it needs.
See, Colie, it’s all about understanding. We’re all worth something.
After the group vet appointment – during which Lyle scratched the vet, the vet tech, and some poor woman minding her own business in the waiting room – we went back to Sabrina’s and re-released the cats to their natural habitat.
Love is so unpredictable. That’s what makes it so great.
I’m always hopeful. I feel like I’m at the prom sitting against the wall waiting for someone to ask me to dance.
Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm.
This Lullaby is only a few words, a simple run of chords, quiet here in this spare room, but you can hear it, hear it, wherever you may go, even if I let you down, this lullaby plays on...
Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.
You can’t just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can’t plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.
There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?
But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you’d get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you’ll never really enjoy it when things go right.
He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.
No one could tell you: you just had to go through it on your own. If you were lucky, you came out on the other side and understood. If you didn’t, you kept getting thrust back, retracing those steps, until you finally got it right.
So he didn’t have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else, I should just know.
She said writting novels was like childbirth: if you truly remembered how awful it got, you’d never do it again.
I’ve seen what commitment leads to. Going in is the easy part. It’s the ending that sucks! -Remy.
It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.