The visions scared me. And I was scared to tell anyone about them. I didn’t want them to think I was a freak. Maybe I was. That scared me, too.
Hopelessness can kill a soul… but hope? Maybe God can use hope to keep one alive, even if that’s all you have.
You told me once that freedom was my right.” I held his gaze. “Maybe you should do something with it.
I am not surprised of your goodbye, breaking heart and leaving behind; maybe these are what angels do for fun.
I wonder how you survived with those sugary lips; maybe there is no ant in your territory.
You show you care, you die. You show you fear, you die. You show nothing, maybe you live.
Trying to change yourself is as hard as trying to change the universe. Maybe there’s no difference. The fact is, shit happens none of us plan on.
(…) maybe the heart is an organ on constant ready, always waiting to try again, always open to the next best thing.
One more dance along the razor's edge finished. Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.
I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as smart and beautiful as you.” "You were you. And maybe that was enough.
But maybe that's what the dead do. They stay. They linger. Benign and sweet and painful. They don't need us. They echo all by themselves.
The point,' Ms. Conyers continued, "is that no word had one specific definition. Maybe in the dictionary, but not in real life.
Maybe you’re smiling as I stumble to put my feelings into words. But I’m trying to do her justice, you know?
Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them.
The punishment for misbehaving in hell is a trip to Cleveland. Or maybe making love to the same person for eternity.
And yes, we do have some food. Maybe you'd like to join us? Unless you want to stick with your sheep sushi.
And sometimes I try to stop speculating the future out of existence, and other times I just lean back and run with it because maybe it's for the best.
Or maybe watching you enjoy a carefree summer while you fell in love was what kept me out of the hospital in the first place.
I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.
No one's happy here, you know that. But I am content, and maybe that's enough for me.
An active mind didn't need distractions in its physical environment. It needed a collection of outstanding books and a good lamp. Maybe some cheese and crackers.
