Sweet talk's like salt. You can add some later, if need be, but if you pour out too much, you can't sift it out again.
DNA neither cares nor knows. DNA just is. And we dance to its music.
Because seeing someone’s heart ripped out, presumably for the first time, is something a person should accept naturally, like finding out there’s no Santa Clause.
She came out of nowhere like a two-by-four against the skull, knocking all common sense out of him and turning him into a walking woody.
When things run out of control it is because we failed to control how reality plays out. How you manage and control your reality will come to determine your life.
I swore I would love you 'til the end of time, so now I'm praying for the end of time to hurry up and arrive.
Gone. and it was completely. Everyone I'd every known, every place I'd ever been. My Mother. My father. Rebecca. Out of site. Out of mind.
All stories are lies. But good stories are lies made from light and fire. And they lift our hearts out of the dust, and out of the grave.
Dust everywhere... and out of that emerged this beautiful boy with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, holding his hand out to help me to my feet.
How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?
Thanks for not freaking out," I said. "Oh, I'm freaking out," Paul promised, his eyes wide. "I just think it's awesome!
You can spread jelly on the peanut butter but you can't spread peanut butter on the jelly.
Have you paused to consider that there is no way out? Each way out of one situation necessarily being the way into another situation.
He took me down and out into the afterlife of the brightly lit streets, a haze of rain around each streetlight like a galaxy, the whole street a universe spread out like a banquet.
Just as the rain carries positive ions, so does change make you more apt to experience love with an expansive heart.
None of us really know what we’re doing,” Dia replied. “We just go out there and do it and have faith it’ll turn out okay.
Figure out what makes you laugh, and do more of it. Figure out what makes you cry, and do less of it.
That woman was sexy. . . . Out of your league? Son, let women figure out why they won't screw you. Don't do it for them.
Check it out. She's scandalously popular, insanely beautiful, and obviously in the middle of some emotional shoot-out to consent to date the human Tator Tot.
I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.
But he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain.
