You can fool yourself, you know. You'd think it's impossible, but it turns out it's the easiest thing of all.
If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.
Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.
Perhaps he d always known that the truth of a person lies in the heart.
There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.
people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.
When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.
The joke's on them. One little hypodermic wont' be enough. Split a piece of wood, and they'll find me. Lift up a stone, and they'll find me. Look in the mirror, and they'll find me...If you really want to know what makes someone a killer, ask yourself what would make you do it.
When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?
If there's something as good as [him] in my life, I'm going to pay for it.
I don't know the first thing about holding together a family, especially one that resembles an heirloom vase, shattered but glued back together for its beauty, and no one mentions that you can see the cracks as plain as day.
Sara: "You are so brave," I tell her, and then I smile. "When I grow up, I want to be just like you." To my surprise, Kate shakes her head hard. Her voice is a feather, a thread. "No Mommy," she says. "You'd be sick.
As for his name, well, what attorney wouldn't want to be able put a Judge in a crate every now and then?
You can make it dark, but I can't make it light.
If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?
You have everything. A family, a great job, a lot of people who look up to you. You've got a place to go home to. So go.
Being a good mother, it seemed to me, meant you ran the risk of losing your child.
I wanted him to feel what I felt when I was with him: that incredible combination of comfort, decadence, and wonder; the knowledge that, with just a single taste of him, I was addicted.
Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest--like what it was like to have a boy touch you as if you were made of light, or what it meant to be the only person in the room who wasn't noticed--weren't sentences; they were knots in the wood of our bodies, places where our blood flowed backward. If you asked me, not that anyone ever did, the only words worth saying were I'm sorry.
But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.
I realize then that we never have children, we receive them. And sometimes it’s not for quite as long as we would have expected or hoped. But it is still far better than never having had those children at all.
Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you've changed your mind and wanted to stay home? I told you to to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so when you pulled away, you'd be able to look back and see me there waiting for you." I press her hand against my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. "You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you.
There had been so many easy words between them that Daniel was guilty of nodding every now and then and tuning out the excess. He hadn't known, at the time, that he should have been hoarding these, like bits of sea glass hidden in the pocket of a winter coat to remind him that once it had been summer.
I loved Alex so much that it was easier to let him hurt me than to watch him hurt himself.
It still hurts," she whispered. "Even when you're doing it for someone else, that doesn't stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.
"Everyone still deserves to have their say."
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