This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.
Losing someone you love is harder. One minute they're there, the next they're gone. There were times I wished they would rise up from the dead.
Life is too short, Harry. And there's nowhere near enough joy in it. If you find it, grab it. Before it's gone.
Just because I've gone and snagged myself a hot boyfriend doesn't mean I'm going to leave my bestfriend high and dry.
Gone was the reflexive need to see the worst in things. Before the tumors took her life, they gave her a few moments of grace.
But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.
When we died, no one would know, and that fraction of a moment that was so important to who we were would be gone.
When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.
As the dragon charged it released huge clouds of hissing steam through its nostrils. It was almost as if a gigantic teapot had gone mad.
Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.
The art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.
It was a cool day and very clear. You could see a long way-but not as far as Velma had gone.
In other studies you go as far as other have gone before you, and there is nothing more to know; but in a scientific pursuit there is continual food for discovery and wonder.
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.
Someone dehumanises you by violating your child and every human thought you had for them is broken, undermined, then gone.
Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.
We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves.
Det var dagen efter självständighetsdagen den 4 juli och lukten av svavel från fyrverkerierna blandade sig med lukten av salt från havet - det var sommar.
Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial - you'd think all women do is clean and bleed.
It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else.
I'm just tired of people judging me because I fit into a certain mold.
