What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?
Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn’s leaves and catches them by surprise.
When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart
old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.
...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.
I glanced up at him. "I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.
The problem for me is that I can't ever really see who Gregory is, any more than I can see what a mirror by itself looks like, because he reflects whoever's around him.
Creativity is no excuse for obnoxious behavior
Everyday, every hour, I have held you close in my heart.
Things change when someone special comes into your life. Both sides have to give up things. The one thing you don't give up in a good relationship is you--whatever makes you most you. - Jim Olsten (Jane's Grandpa)
I love the book legacy of lies it amazing and is fun to read over and over again
He can't remeber who he is or where he lives." "Well that's convenient." "Not when it rains.
I'm sorry that you're still hurting.
He had told her he would love her forever, but he could not stay with her. From that time on, she couldn't see his glow or hear his voice in her head. Could he still hear her? Was he even aware of her existence?
He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.
Her joy with him was like nothing she had ever experienced. His love for her felt like a miracle.
Let's just say that if you were stealing TVs instead of thoughts, you would have been caught by a half-deaf, mostly blind, fifteen year old dog three robberies ago.
Was he still, somehow, watching over her?
The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.
Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.
Words are precious things meant to create, to imagine, to dream with.
Endings are beginnings, and beginnings are ours to turn into something good.
People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.
Good dog! Nice fetch!" "He wasn't fetching." "Bring her here, boy. Good job!" The dog looked from Zack to me. "I've been training him," Zack said. "Up till now he's brought home only dead rabbits, but I guess he's finally getting the hang of it.
Don't worry," I repiled, "I usually don't argue with the voices.
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