Ann Aguirre Quotes
I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.
Because I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.
Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.
Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.
Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.
I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.
I think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.
Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.
Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition.
I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.
If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.
People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.
But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.
For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.
Don't worry he tells me tenderly. It doesn't matter who you've been, who you are, or who you become. I'm with you every step of the way.
We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.
. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.
But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.
For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.
Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.
We find heroes, not on battlefields, but in hospitals that tend the injured. Sometimes I think it’s easier to fight than it is to heal.
There’s a reason I hate jigsaw puzzles. I don’t have the patience to find all the border pieces, especially when they’re all the same shade of gray.
I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.
You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.
Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the gold we glimpsed in distant hills pales as dross compared to treasure we had in hand.
I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.
