...I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now. A real-life kiss.
So are there any asshole guys here I can start dating?' she says. 'That's, like, my pattern.
Hearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wild and wired with no place to put those feelings.
It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re deprived of something meaningful.
Do ghosts drink tea? They don't, said Tansey. But this ghost would love to see a cup of tea in front of her. It'd be lovely.
Sometimes she is struck by how much she goes through life almost unconsciously. She is being swept along. She is a pale ghost.
You saw my leg?" "How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg.
You need to stop caring what people who don't matter think of you. Be who you are and let everybody else be who they are. Differences are a good thing.
Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?
Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?
It is a great gift when God gives me a stirring, a feeling, a something-at-all in prayer. But work is being done whether I feel it or not.
There will be days you wish you’d never done it. And those will be the good times, when it’s only days of regret and not months.
She was a dead girl having the worst panic attack shed ever had. Not because she was afraid of dying, but because she knew that she would never live again.
Hell,' Shane spit in disgust. 'I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her.' He tossed her the bat.
What do you think the Order is going to do?" he asks. "Help us open a door to Hell, if we're lucky," I reply. Lucky. Ha ha. The irony.
I think I am going to have to supercharge my optimism to arm myself for the battle ahead. Trust me, it is going to be a battle.
It's fun telling you tall Texas tales. You always look like a little girl who's hearing Cinderella for the first time.
And sometimes, , wanting things, wishing for, working for them, is a good thing. Otherwise, we become nothing but spoiled boys and girls frustrated that we don't get every new toy we see.
You know what it is like to wake up in the middle of a bunch of corpses with a little girl in your arms scared to death?-Enyo
If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars though they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the prose they should have written instead.
You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.
