Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.
I've got a Don Baylor," J.T. said."California sucks this year."Ralph snickered. "I wouldn't use a Baylor card to scrape dog shit off the street.
If I tell you another seven hundred times, maybe one of these days you might turn your clothes right side out when you put them in the hamper, eh?
Lawyers were notorious for finding cases in the most unlikely places, especially ones with huge potential damagers awards.
Afterward, he places the chest film on the light panel outside the door. Kate's ribs seem as thin as matchsticks, and there is a large gray blot just off the center. My knees go weak, and I find myself grabbing on to Brian's arm. "It's a tumor. The cancer
The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it... some stories just don't have a happy ending.
The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.
You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.
Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.
A mathematical formula for happiness:Reality divided by Expectations.There were two ways to be happy:improve your reality or lower your expectations.
Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.
See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it
You know someone's right for you when the things they don'thaveto say are even more important than the things they do.
So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.
Love meant jumping off a cliff and trusting that a certain person would be there to catch you at the bottom.
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.
I love you," he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.
My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.
The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.
What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?
I'm lonely. Why do you think I had to learn to act so independent? I also get mad too quickly, and I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has it's own zip code. Plus, I get certifiably crazy when I've got PMS.
I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.
I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.
And he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.
You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.
The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of us but those who win battles we know nothing about.
Real integrity is doing the right thing, knowing that nobody’s going to know whether you did it or not.
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.
Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting them back together.
Friendship isn’t about being inseparable; it’s about being separated and knowing nothing will change.
You can’t look back – you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.
Sometimes you don’t see that the best thing that ever happened to you is sitting there, right under your nose.
The human capacity for burden is like bamboo – far more flexible than you’d ever believe at first glance.
Courage isn’t the roar of a lion; it’s the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.'
The only constant in life is change, and the only change that matters is the one that comes from within.
Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside someone else’s skin.
