Bad things happen because we live in a world with evil.
A man is only as good as what he loves most, right?
We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you’ll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.
You never quite stop loving someone when you’re in that deep.
It’s the worst form of torture a person can imagine-the wait to die.
How could you forget someone you loved even if I did rip his heart to shreds?
You have to be willing to be happy. Despite the mess of your life-just accept what’s happened, throw away your ideals, and create a new map of happiness to follow.
I’ve been all three. And now I’m undecided.
Women hold all the power. They should use it like a whip, not offer it up like a sacrifice.
You couldn’t get rid of the past. You couldn’t ignore it, or bury it, or throw it over the balcony. You just had to learn to live beside it. It had to peacefully co exist with your present. If I could figure out how to do that, I could be okay.
You must not let hatred destroy you. You will lose your soul.
I didn’t eat pork either. Except bacon, of course. Everyone eats bacon.
The sum of all the things we shouldn’t have done in our lives is enough to kill us with the weight.
My name is Leah, and I will do anything to keep my husband.
You shouldn’t have to convince anyone to choose you. There is no real choice in love.
This is something I’ve learned. You can’t run away to find yourself. Yourself is there no matter where you go.
Don’t be upset that you can’t attain constant happiness. It’s the quickest way to feel like a failure in life. If each of our lives represented a page in a book, happiness would be the punctuation. It breaks up the parts that are too long. It closes off some things, divides others. But it’s brief – showing up when it’s needed and filling tired paragraphs with breaks.
The best kind of love is the love that isn’t supposed to happen.
How odd to be made of flesh, balanced on bone, and filled with a soul you’ve never met.
I don’t want to be someone’s ‘girl who got away.’ I want to be someone’s ’girl who’d I’d never let get away.