I have never understood why it is called losing a child. No parent is that careless. We all know exactly where our sons and daughters are; we just don't necessarily want them to be there
Love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow - beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.
When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires
The first question she was asked was What do you do? as if that were enough to define you. Nobody ever asked you who you really were, because that changed. You might be a judge or a mother or a dreamer. You might be a loner or a visionary or a pessimist. You might be the victim, and you might be the bully. You could be the parent, and also the child. You might wond one day and heal the next.
Dark matter has a gravitation effect on other objects. You can't see it, you can't feel it, but you can watch something being pulled in its direction.
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?
Reason number 106 why dogs are smarter than humans: once you leave the litter, you server contact with your mothers.
Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?
Accidents did not just happen. From time to time they were carefully plotted, calculated, and arranged to oneÆs advantage-all, of course, under the cloak of happenstance.
How does someone go from thinking that if he cannot rescue, he must destroy? And do you blame him, or do you blame the folks who should have told him otherwise?
It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.
There is a curious thing that happens with the passage of time: a calcification of character.
It struck Lacy that she didn't really know what color a chameleon was before it started changing
There is no one truth. ThereÆs only what happened, based on how you perceive it.
A girl who is thirteen-which is hard, and difficult, and beautiful, and painful, and exhilarating.
I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.
May be there are entire worlds where there are no fences, where feeling bears you like a tide.
When you are a kid you have your own language, and unlike French or Spanish or whatever you start learning in fourth grade, this one you are born with, and eventually lose...Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult...is only a slow sewing it shut.
There was a difference between people looking at you because they wanted to be like you, and people looking at you because your misfortune brought them one rung higher.
Do you know how sometimes - when you are riding your bike and you start skidding across sand, or when you miss a step and start tumbling down the stairs - you have those long, long seconds to know that you are going to be hurt, and badly?
I'm telling you, if aliens landed on earth today and took a good hard look at why babies get born, they'd conclude that most people had children by accident, or because they drink too much on a certain night, or because birth control isn't one hundred percent, or for a thousand other reasons that really aren't very flattering.
See, I get a round, hollow spot in my belly knowing I could tell him what's coming, but also knowing it would come out sounding like a warning.
Doctors put a wall up between themselves and their patients; nurses broke it down.
And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it
I ...understand how a parent might hit a child- it's because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn't.
It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.
There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.
Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again?
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.
A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod...
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