Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.
She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.
There was one thing Bridget like about guys. They took insults well.
How sad it was, Carmen thought, that you acted awful when you were desperately sad and hurt and wanted to be loved. How tragic then, the way everyone avoided you and tiptoed around you when you really needed them. Carmen knew this vicious predicament as well as anyone in the world. How bitter it felt when you acted badly to everyone and ended up hating yourself the most.
Love yourself and your friends unconditionally .
What can I say? I'm obsessed. And as we all know obsessed girls can't be held responsible for our actions.
And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love
Sometimes you need to make a mess. -Loretta, the Rollinses' hosekeeper
What happened to me by myself felt partly dreamed, partly imagined, definitely shifted and warped by my own fears and wants. But who knows? Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.
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