A place like this wears down everything, and tolerance is no exception. In here, coexistence passes for forgiveness. You do not learn to like something you abhor; you come to live with it...You live and let live, and eventually that becomes enough.
I'm telling you, if aliens landed on earth today and took a good hard look at why babies get born, they'd conclude that most people had children by accident, or because they drink too much on a certain night, or because birth control isn't one hundred percent, or for a thousand other reasons that really aren't very flattering.
Ross believed in past lives. Moreover, he believed that the person you fell in love with in each life was the same person you fell in love with in the life before, and the one before that. Sometimes, you might miss her - she'd be reborn in post-World War I generation, and you wouldn't come back until the fifties. Sometimes, your paths would cross and you wouldn't recognize each other. Get it right - that is: fall madly, truly, deeply - and perhaps there'd be an eternity carved out solely for the two of you.
The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.
It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind.
I have several writer friends, but I don't involve them in my work process. I'm more likely to talk about the business of publishing with them.
Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.
I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.
After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.
Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?
Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?
I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.
Somewhere along the line, organized religion stopped being about faith, and started being about who had the power to keep the faith. You said that the purpose of religion was to bring people together. But does it, really? Or does it-knowingly, purposefully, and intentionally--break them apart?
You’ll tell yourself anything you have to, to pretend that you’re still the one in control.
In my family, we seem to have a tortured history of not saying what we ought to and not meaning what we do.
I tell you this as a cautionary tale: beware of getting what you want. It's bound to disappoint you.
A world that was crowded with people could still be a very lonely place.
There were lies we told to save ourselves, and then there were lies we told to rescue others. What counted more, the mistruth, or the greater good?
All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.
The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.
Lies were only as strong as the suckers that believed them.
The first time she kissed me, I truly thought I'd had an aneurysm - my pulse was thundering so loud and my senses were exploding. This, I remember thinking, the only word I could hold on to in a sea of feelings.
My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?
Dylan Jerome," the lawyer admits, "wanted to sue God for not caring enough about him.
Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it's all going in the other direction.
"Everyone still deserves to have their say."
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