It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.
I didn't realize until those few days how much a hug meant. To have someone hold you could be the greatest medicine of all.
My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.
Even five minutes of your time can make someone's day.
The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, "We're pregnant." I want to go around the neighborhood saying, "We're depressed." If my mum can't get out of bed in the morning, all of us feel the same. Her silence has become ours, and it's eating us alive.
Do something that scares you everyday.
Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.
My body becomes a raft and there's this part of me that wants just literally to go with the flow. To close my eyes and let it take me. But I know sooner or later I will have to get out, that I need to feel the earth beneath my feet, between my toes - the splinters, the bindi-eyes, the burning sensation of hot dirt, the sting of cuts, the twigs, the bites, the heat, the discomfort, the everything. I need desperately to feel it all, so when something wonderful happens, the contrast will be so massive that I will bottle the impact and keep it for the rest of my life.
When one is silent, those around speak even more.
Be prepared for the worst, my love, for it lives next door to the best.
About my first memory, sitting on the shoulders of a giant who I know can only be my father. Of touching the sky. Of lying between two people who read me stories of wild things and journeys with dragons, the soft hum of their voices speaking of love and serenity. See, I remember love.
She asked me what type of contraceptive I use. Underwear. Keeping it on prevents pregnancy.
See them together and you will feel a force that will take your breath away.
What is it? A prize or something? No. It's not a prize and I'm not a prize. But it's mine. It belongs to me and I can only give it away once, and I want to be so sure when it happens. I don't want to say that the first time for me was bad or it didn't mean a thing.
Just ask how I'm feeling, I want to say. Just ask and I may tell you. But no one does.
I never thought meeting you would be this boring. I thought we'd put our Italian emotion into gear and scream the place down. I never expected indifference.
I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.
Somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.
I stand up, sure of one thing and one thing only. That my father will come and get me. He won't give me a lecture, he won't try to teach me a lesson. He won't ask a thousand questions or ask me to apologize. He'll just come and get me. "Just tell me where you are.
What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.
She comes from the school of getting it out of your system, whereas he comes from the school of stewing over it.
I ran away one day. He was running in the same direction.
He bursts out laughing. It's short, as if he regretted allowing me to make him laugh, but the satisfaction's already mine.
People with lost personalities will suffer a great deal more than those with lost virginities.
She made a sound of regret. ‘We come second, you and I, Luc-ien,’ she said. ‘Our allegiance is always to our kingdoms. Without that allegiance, our people would fall.’ She placed her head back against his chest and he felt her tears. ‘This is not our time.’ ‘But that will never mean I love you less,’ he said.
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