But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you'd get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you'll never really enjoy it when things go right.
Why does she have wings?' So she can fly.
I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.
It's not that I believe everything happens for a reason. It's just that... I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It...
I understand that you are under a lot of pressure and that it's hard being a bride. That is all well and good. But it does not, ever, entitle you to be rude, selfish, uncaring, and generally obnoxious to me or Haven or anyone else. We've been very pa...
The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.
That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.
The way I see it is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.
... Everything he feels, he feels strongly. Too strongly, sometimes. I think he freaks people out.
I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.
the truth about forever is that it is happening right now
Macy: “In Truth,” I said, “there are no rules other than you have to tell the truth.” Wes: “How do you win?” he asked Macy: “That,” I said, “is such a boy question.
That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing; it was what everything was really about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and la...
If this was my forever, I didn't want to spend another second of it here.
Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about fo...
Like maybe it's forever, maybe it's not
Shit," Delia said. "I mean, shoot. No, actually, I mean shit. I really do.
Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.
