Pop warned me caring too much blinds a man. Looks like he was right. I.
Most people aren’t living. They’re planning, remembering, or regretting.
Keeping quiet forces other people to do all the talking and all the revealing.
Even in the crisp night air, being near her felt like standing under the sun. Warmth seeped from her body and flowed along the ground, like a river of heat seeking to penetrate the frozen places inside his chest.
These kisses hurt – not from roughness, but because she could feel all his pain.
Levi’s a porcupine, prickly and defensive.
As a teacher, I’d seen good parents with troubled kids and troubled parents with wonderful kids.
Gabby shrugged and, to distract herself from being jealous, conjured up the image of her longtime fantasy lover. “Tom Brady’s the man, in more ways than one.” Jackson rolled his eyes. “He’s an ass.” “Jealous much?” Surely every guy envied the handsome, athletic god that was Tom Brady.
Blame. Such a useless word. People flung it around when they were mad or hurt. Or they carried it like a cross until it destroyed any chance at redemption or happiness. Blame never solved one problem or changed a single outcome. A pointless, unproductive, ultimately destructive concept, really.
That’s how marriage works. How love works. You have to forgive. You have to remember that it isn’t always easy. And you have to fight for love, too.
Loneliness could sometimes wrap itself around you so tightly you could barely breathe.
There ought to be a warning anytime you wake up on a day that will forever change your life.
Accidents happen. Mistakes were made. The only way to move forward was through forgiveness and acceptance – of others and one’s self.
If we carelessly disregard other people, we should change. But if we’re merely being true to ourselves, we shouldn’t. How others respond to pain or fear is their choice.
Pity. Life must be boring for those without any sense of humor.
The ocean calmed her. Somehow its endless horizon connected her spirit to something much bigger than her daily life. Oddly freeing, that feeling of relative insignificance.
What if is the worst kind of regret.
I love you,” he said. “I love you more,” she replied, and kissed his neck just behind the ear. “No, Vivi. I love you most.