Sarah Ockler, The Book Of Broken Hearts Quotes

Family tragedies had a way of smashing everything apart and then gluing it all back together. The problem was no one ever knew how long the glue would hold.

You ask me why I’m nice to you, ” he said. “Why, why, why. But you don’t ask me stuff that matters. Who I am or where I been. What I see when I look at you. What I want.

Through pictures, we cut reality in pieces. We selected only the choicest moments, discarding the rest as if they'd never happened.

There was no going back to the way things were, because all you ever got was the way things are.

It seemed everything that had ever lived and died in this world had passed through here, had left its indelible imprint.

For all its ridiculous imperfections, life is pretty damn perfect sometimes.