I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else. I will never feel the pressure of peers or the burden of parental expectation. I can view everyone as pieces of a whole, ...
I had yet to learn that when it came to gender, I was both and neither.
Even though you're not my type, gender wise, you're certainly my type, person-wise.
happy to see me and unhappy to see me at the same time
I had made it somewhere special, and I'd gotten there all on my own. Nobody had given it to me. Nobody had told me to do it. I'd climbed and climbed and climbed, and this was my reward. To watch over the world, and to be alone with myself. That, I fo...
I wanted love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything.
I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt. - A
After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why.
When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a ...
Her mind is an unquiet one, words and thoughts and impulses constantly crashing into each other.
When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.
It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.
It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it's lonely, because you feel you can't talk about it. You feel it's something between you and the body. You feel it's a battle you will never win . . . and yet you fight it day after day, and it ...
They are so caught up in their happiness that they don't realize I'm not really a part of it. I am wandering along the periphery. I am like the people in the Winslow Homer paintings, sharing the same room with them but not really there. I am like the...
I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else.
Quería que el amor lo conquistase todo. Pero el amor no puede conquistarlo todo. No puede hacerlo todo por sí solo. Ha de confiar en que seamos nosotros quienes conquistamos por él
This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, ...
I want love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on it's own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.
