Today, girls,' said Miss Renshaw, 'we shall go out into the beautiful Gardens and think about death.
Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.
The Spirit is the reason we can build a church and have confidence that we will get it at least a little bit right.
And I understood that I ought not ask for a prayer language until I could ask without making it the test of my entire faith.
Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.
Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.
Next to the first Henry and Meg, Henry had written, “Promise?” Well, that genie’s out of the bottle and there’s no stuffing her back in.
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.
Just because we can't be together doesn't mean I don't love you
Believe me, I may be a bit blasé, but I can still get any man I want.
I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.
Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial - you'd think all women do is clean and bleed.
Trees were made of vibrant green leaves sitting on the shoulders of shy green leaves too embarrassed to show themselves.
Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.
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.
My chronic feelings of emptiness and boredom came from the fact that I was living a life based on my incapacities, which were numerous.
An observer can’t tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.
You’re not like other girls, you know that, right?’ Ed asks. ‘I’ve been aware of the problem,’ I tell him.
