It occurred to me that grief is like a tunnel. You enter it without a choice because you must get to the other side. The darkness of it plays tricks on you and sometimes you can even forget where you are or what your purpose is. I believe that people...
Father and Ivy used to go off on their excursions, never knowing that I was relieved when they were gone. That I'd wear my nightgowns all day and read from dawn till dusk.
She'd come running up the driveway and into the kitchen, bringing the spring morning behind her like a trail of hope.
A game like sardines is scary, not so much for the hider but for the seekers. It's scary because you lose your companions and the whole world creeps up quiet and you slowly realize you're going to stumble upon a secret place where everyone will jump ...
You. You are standing in your own way. And that means whatever it is scares you. It won't forever...but take your time. Nothing good was ever rushed.
I wouldn't want to live that life. I choose the pain. I chose the pain.
The truth is, time marches on and you have two choices: You move forward, come what may, and you experience all the sour and sweet things that fly at you from around corners, or you sit still. Don't sit still.
The air between them began to settle into a silence. Awkward, yet softly exciting. Like an unexpected snow day.
The only problem is the heart is quiet. It takes a very special kind of person to hear what the heart says. Most can't hear it at all and they have to guess. There are a lot of people walking around just guessing.
Regular people have such a hard time listening to the low hum of instinct.
is a funny term,' she'd say. 'There is nothing supernatural about the earth. As long as you know what does what.
Do you love her?' she asked him. 'Always have,' he said. 'Then why in the world would you leave her alone?
Love should never be a secret and it should never, ever be forgotten.
Sometimes it's the smallest secrets that hold the most hope, the most fun, the most danger.
Truth is worse than soap in the eyes.
I'm an old man now. Old on the inside. I'm a drunk, and I hate to tell you, but I'm not prepared to change. So you have to figure out if you want to forgive me and love me like I am, or run away again. Or hell, stay here and hate me. Just...know that...
You really are a chameleon, aren't you? Fitting in wherever you go. "Aren't we all?" she said...
I don't pay no mind to rules. Seems to me, rules are things made up by scared people too afraid to die, so they can't live. Or too lazy to make their own decisions. Rules are for breakin', as far as I'm concerned.
You're a girl on fire. And it seems to me, you been dousing those flames for years. Let yourself burn a little.
You'll be just fine," he said. "Listen to your heart and mind together, that's the trick. Not one or the other, both.
