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.
I don't understand why it's a sin if you love something and want to keep it from having to suffer.
There was a difference between people looking at you because they wanted to be like you, and people looking at you because your misfortune brought them one rung higher.
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?
The problem isn’t with rock lyrics, it’s with the fabric of this society itself.
Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts.
People had figured out all sorts of ways to make things seem different than they truly were.
He knew that there was a difference between something that makes you happy and something that doesn’t make you unhappy. The trick was convincing yourself these were one and the same.
Peter was, simply, what a person would look like if you boiled down the most raw emotions and filtered them of any social contract. If you hurt, cry. If you rage, strike out. If you hope, get ready for a disappointment.
What does it feel like?” he asked. “What does what feel like?” Peter thought for a moment. “Being at the top.” Josie reached across him for another packet of material and fed it into the stapler. She did three of these, and Peter was certain that she was going to ignore him, but then she spoke. “Like if you take one wrong step,” she said, “you’re going to fall.
When a freedom is taken away from you, I suppose, you recognize it as a privilege, not a right.
"Everyone still deserves to have their say."
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