You can’t just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop by drop.
This was always the problem with my mother and me, I suddenly realized. There were so many things we thought we agreed on, but anythign can have two meanings. Like sides of a coin, it just matters how it falls.
The world is speaking to you every day, you just don’t know how to listen.
People don’t change. If anything, you get more set in your ways as you get older, not less.
It was so weird, because usually I was totally nervous talking to guys. But Eli was different. He made me want to say more, not less. Which was maybe not a good thing.
It’s not forever’, she’d said, but to my mother, it might as well have been. She had make her choice, and this was it, where she felt safe, in a world she could, for the most part, control.
I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I’d slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm’s length, behind a closed door, miles away.
It was like discovering that some part of you wasn’t yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn’t claim.
A lot can change between planning something and actually doing it. But maybe all that really matters is that anything is different at all.
You get what you give, but also what you’re willing to take. The night before, I’d offered up my hand. Now, if I held on, there was no telling what it was possible to recieve in return.
Conciseness is underrated.
As far as I was concerned, we’d come to a draw: I hadn’t wanted to come, and she didn’t want me to leave. We were even. But I knew my mother wouldn’t see it that way. Lately, we didn’t seem to see anything the same.
Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.
You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It’s not overrated. There’s a reason for all those songs.
And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place.
Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You’re here, aren’t you?
You can’t make any one person your world. The trick is to take what each can give you and build a world from it.
Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.
I was beginning to see, though, that the unknown wasn’t always the greatest thing to fear. The people who know you best can be risker, because the words they say and things they think have the potential to be not only scary but true, as well.
It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.