(24/7) once you sign on to be a mother, that's the only shift they offer.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

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?

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

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.

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.

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

Who is the man who can speak to the strong?Where is the fool who can talk to the wise?Men who are dead now have learnt this long, Bitter is wisdom that fails when it tries.

Indifference destroys vocation unlike any other intangible force, for the reason that it shakes the very core of our motivation for doing what we do.

The present offers itself to our touch for only an instant of time and then eludes the senses.

I like crafts that come out of poverty or necessity. There used to be hobby shops where you'd get your supplies, and then you'd use your imagination.

One of the things that I've always thought I would like to do is to develop an environmental index. Then people can measure their own environmental performance on an index as they do in other ways.

In playing, I suppose my greatest gift was to express the way I felt or the willingness to express myself.

The only person who can put you out of business, in the early days, is yourself.

I said to the waitress, "There's a fly swimming in my soup." She said: "You've got too much soup - he should only be able to paddle."

Who is the happiest man? He who is alive to the merit of others, and can rejoice in their enjoyment as if it were his own.

All errors spring up in the neighborhood of some truth; they grow round about it, and, for the most part, derive their strength from such contiguity.