I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.
A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.
Most people, I've noticed, are instinctively harsh to strangers. They expect every approach to be an attack, every question to be an interruption.
But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.
I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.
The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won – even if you’re the victor, you’ve hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.
People are always separable.
And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.
It's only in the finer points that it gets complicated and contentious, the inability to realize that no matter what our religion or gender or race or geographic background, we all have about 98 percent in common with each other.... For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.
I never have people tell me their stories. I usually have to figure them out myself. Because I know that if people tell me stories, they will expect them to be remembered. And I cannot guarantee that. There is no way to know if the stories stay after I'm gone. And how devastating would it be to confide in someone and have the confidence disappear? I don't want to be responsible for that.
This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.
But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.
Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.
This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening, and this is ours.
Making love without noise is like playing a muted piano-fine for practice, but you cheat yourself out of hearing the glorious results.
It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her or control her. She is yours because you can say anything to her, whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to.
How amazing it is that friendships can become so full that you can't imagine what your life was like before them.
I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.
There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.
i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.
The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.
I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.
I hope that George doesn't internalize her scare tactics. I want to argue with her, tell her that "sins of the flesh" is just a control mechanism -- if you demonize a person's pleasure, then you can control his or her life. I can't say how many times this tool has been wielded against me, in a variety of forms. But I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation.
There are few things harder than being born into the wrong body.
There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.
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