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.
Creativity is no excuse for obnoxious behavior
When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart
Sometimes I think that love is one big fairy tale. I wonder if people who say they are in love, if – really – they’ve just talked themselves into it. They want it so badly, they kind of make it happen. They fake it until they start believing their own story. Maybe that’s just sour grapes or something. Maybe because it doesn’t happen to me, I don’t want to think it happens to anyone else.
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.
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)
Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.
You've changed," he said. "You're-uh-" "Yes?" "Taller." "I hope so. I was ten the last time you saw me." "And your hair's really dark now-and short," he added.
Nick? Nick Hurley?" I asked, laughing. He took back his hat. "You'll be sorry to hear I don't make gross faces as much as I used to. Now I'd rather smile at girls." "I noticed" He waved his hat around as if he was trying to dry it, his green eyes sparkling at me, as full of fun and trouble as when he was in elementary school. I realxed.
I took a step back. "Here." He plunked his wet hat on my head. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, then turned away.
Change can be good. It just depends on what we make of it.
You've grown up, girl. You've grown up real nice, Welcome home
So are you turning out like them? Do you still write and draw?" "yeah, but I don't do anything personnal or profound. My parents take life way to seriousely. I lke to make people laugh. I had a regular cartoon feature in the school news paper and created some for the year book. Social satire stuff. I've done a couple of political cartoons for wisteria's paper and just got one accepted in Easton's, which has a much bigger circulation. Impressed?
It was Nick's voice Nick's arms. He turned me on my back and swam with me, pulling me to the bank.
I leaned back against him and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I could feel the river water dripping off of him. "Thank you" I whispered. When I looked up, I saw he was crying.
I think I’m dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.
We sat in silence, both of us looking up at the stars. He was probably envisioning a machine headed for Pluto. I wished i was on that machine.
I should have known it. You still have those chocolate-kiss eyes.
Ten, I thought, he's definitely a ten
This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me.
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