If you hold a bird too tightly, you’ll crush its wings.
Unless i’m reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test, i’m thinking about you.
Seek the tarnish and you shall find.
Life is like that – twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.
Little rabbits have big ears.
You can trust a few some of the time, and most none of the time. Feel lucky if you have even one to trust all of the time.
What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different.
I don’t think she’s ever coming back.
A flower blooms best in a happy pot.
There was a war going on in our house. A silent war that sounded no guns, and the bodies that fell were only wishes that died and the bullets were only words and the blood that spilled was always called pride.
Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience.
It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes. The way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved.
Dreams, I thought. They’re the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?
Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon.
Mine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being trapped, the fear of being out of control.
There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.
Life offers more than one chance, Cathy, you know that.
People never really died. They only went on to a better place, to wait a while for their loved ones to join them. And then once more they went back to the world, in the same way they had arrived the first time around.
I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she’d have a man to take care of her.
Time doesn’t heal scars as most people commonly think. It simply makes them firmer, stiffer. One must accept it and not hope to mend and return to what he or she once was.
Tragedy had sent me headlong into reality. All the things I had seen before now looked different, even nature.