If you consistently say thanks, being grateful is easy.
How many days was I like that? Pretending to listen, but not hearing a word? Pretending to care when I hated it all? Pretending to live when I was dying inside?
You more than anyone should be in my dreams.
I’ve realized therapy is incredibly therapeutic.
Music is so personal.
Running doesn’t just make me happy. Running keeps me alive. When I’m running-the blood pumping through my veins, the tunes playing in my ears, the muscles tightening on the inclines- the problems of the world disappear. It’s just me, the sidewalk, and God.
Those were the days when dreams were sweet and life was sweeter still.
I don’t know if boys are intimidated by her or afraid of her or what, but I know her heart is open and ready for a special guy to walk in.
I tell myself it will protect me. He will protect me.
Love is the answer. Not fear.
Cade motions with a nod to follow him. He’s holding the pole, and I’m the fish on the line. Just how far will he pull me in?
I know it’s not the end... it’s only just the beginning.
Let us live so we can love.
The past is the past. It’s gone, you know? It doesn’t matter anymore. All we have is now. Right now.
It’s better this way. A little lonelier but better.
Nothing makes much sense, does it?” she asks. “I mean, really, what do we know for sure except that right now, in this moment, we’re standing here, breathing? The rest, who knows? Let’s stop asking questions. Let’s just stop trying to figure out everything and simply be happy we’re here. What do you say?
There is something so comforting, so soothing about a mug of hot chocolate. No matter how old I am, I think chocolat chaud will always have the ability to take me back to special times, when all of the world’s problems seemed to melt away by consuming one simple beverage.
See that’s exactly why I don’t want a dog.” “Why?” “Because it’ll just die.” “Everybody dies, Brooklyn.” Like that makes it okay or something.
I’m glad for the rain... It’s good camouflage.
It’s hard to be happy in the now when you can’t stop worrying about the future. What I want is to trust that everything will work out. To believe with all my heart that I’ll end up where I belong.