I asked her sister for a cell number, at least, but something tells me that 401-GO2-HELL is out of service.
I asked her sister for a cell number, at least, but something tells me that 401-GO2-HELL is out of service.
I used to think I'd be just like them when I grew up, but I am not. And the thing is, somewhere along the way, I stopped wanting to be like them, anyway.
It's disappointing to know that someone can see right through you.
Nowadays, I dont have expectations, and this way she beats them all.
They don't really pay attention to me, except when they need my blood or something. I wouldn't even be alive, if it wasn't for Kate being sick.
But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?
One person's trauma is another's loss of innocence.
When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.
Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation., and to others, like a pearl.
I can give or take elephants; I never can find the cheetah-but the zebras captivate me. They'd be one of the few things that would fit if we were lucky enough to live in a world that's black or white.
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.
It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind.
On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive - the sum of the parts equal more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart.
This is when I realize that Anna has already left the table, and more importantly, that nobody noticed.
Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
Or. I hate that word. It's two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reasonable doubt.
When you're hurting deeply, you go inward.
Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.
I can't answer a single one of these, which is how I know that whether I'm ready or not, I'm growing up.
If you focus on sandbagging the beachhead, you can ignore the tsunami that's approaching. Try it any other way and you'll go crazy.
Jos plaukai dabar yra ilgesni, o abipus jos burnos matyti dvi plonos rauksles, tarytum kliausteliai, gaubiantys milijona zodziu, kuriu as neturejau galimybes isgirsti.
Parenting is really just a matter of tracking, of hoping your kids do not get so far ahead you can no longer see their next moves.
Tradionally, parents made decisions for a child, because presumably they are looking out for his or her best interests. But if they are blinded, instead, by the best interests of another one of their children, the system breaks down.
Cuando eres adolescente no eres intocable. Eres estúpido.
Peter took a shuddering breath. He wondered what his fish had thought, expecting the cool blue of the sea, only to wind up swimming in shit.
You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missing.
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.
I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am...
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?
Ketika kau hanya memiliki palu, semuanya tampak seperti paku
Reason number 106 why dogs are smarter than humans: once you leave the litter, you server contact with your mothers.
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
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?
She felt a cage coming down around her; too late she realized that he had her trapped by the heart. And like any unwilling animal that was well and truly caught, she could escape only by leaving a piece of herself behind.
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.
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 do know that there are some things, though, that occur without a direct line of antecedents.
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.
Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.
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.
We are all, I suppose, beholden to our parents - the question is, how much?
Doctors put a wall up between themselves and their patients; nurses broke it down.
She stared at Peter, and she realized that in that one moment, when she hadn't been thinking, she knew exactly what he'd felt as he moved through the school with his backpack and his guns. Every kid in this school played a role: jock, brain, beauty, freak. All Peter had done was what they all secretly dreamed of: be someone, even for just nineteen minutes, who nobody else was allowed to judge.
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
Eventually, I told myself not to expect anything from him, and as a result it has gotten easier for me to take what comes.
I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.
In my family, we seem to have a tortured history of not saying what we ought to and not meaning what we do.
Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.
Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.
What I mean is that those thoughts, they're human. And just because you turn out differently than everyone's imagined you would doesn't mean that you've failed in some way. A kid who gets teased in one school might move to a different one, and be the most popular girl there, just because no one has any other expectations of her. Or a person who goes to med school because his entire family is full of doctors might find out that what he really wants to be is an artist instead.
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