I hate him for what he’s done, but I still love him for the man he was.
Love is a two-way street.
My belief in God is personal, I do not need to browbeat anyone into agreeing with me, because I believe what I believe and I try to live by it. My belief in God is about trying to be the best person I can be in this life...
Old pain doesn’t completely die. Time may soothe it, stoke over it until it looks like it has healed, but it never dies properly. It stays with you, it lives in the cracks of your soul, waiting for moments when you feel true pain.
I don’t want to rely on something that could be taken away at some point.
Christmas is a time for families.
I was in charge. Of it all. All the time. For ever.
That’s what came from having romance in your soul. You believe in things like love at first sight and perfect presents.
Crying was an acceptable outlet, even if it made you feel raw and empty inside, it was still better than that build up of resentment that grew from not letting your emotions out. – My Bestfriend’s Girl -.
To know other people thought he’d made a mistake vindicated me. I wasn’t a bad girlfriend, he was simply going through a period of temporary insanity and he’d come to his senses soon.
He just hijacks me. I love him. And I won’t be able to give anyone a real chance until that’s over.
But feelings aren’t like thoughts, they can’t be changed at will.
Always regret the things you did do, never the things you didn’t.
If we’re going to change the world for the better, kids need to know that they can by feeling good about who they are and helping others.
Evil grows when good people do and say nothing.
But that’s the thing about all of this,” he says gently but urgently, “we survive. After each known down, each earth shattering blow, we get up again. Even though we walk through hell, and it feels like all we do is walk through hell, we do eventually make it to the otherside. Scarred. Mostly broken. But we survive. And then we start to rebuild ourselves. We’re never the same, but we do rebuild ourselves. Because something like this is just another way in which we change. We all have to change.
Friendships grow from small acts of kindness.
We seem to be tiny specks in the vast ocean of our DNA pool when it is all mapped out, and it is that – the literal relativity of it all – which takes their breath away.
But” doesn’t make an apology, it makes an excuse of your behaviour.
We all have choices. Every single one of us. Some of us are too blind to see them. Some of us don’t make use of them. Some of us don’t use them correctly. And some of us are completely robbed of them because we are trapped in a situation we can’t escape. We still have choices, though.
I did not know that when you drop a stone of a stupid choice in the pool of your life, it can cause a tidal wave to surge outwards, destroying everyone and everything in its path.