I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.

I loved her for so long. Our past trails behind us like a comet's tail, the future stretched out before us like the universe. Things happen. People get lost and love breaks.

I may not be old but I’m too old to have this much nothing

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.

Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they’ve become. Maybe that’s why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.

It would be a terrible mistake to go through life thinking that people are the sum total of what you see.

I blame Hollywood for skewing perspectives. Life is just a big romantic comedy to them, and if you meet cute, happily ever-after is a forgone conclusion.

Even under the best of circumstances, there's just something so damn tragic about growing up.

You lost your wife, Douglas. My heartbreaks for you, it really does. But I lose my husband every day, all over again. And I don’t even get to mourn.

I've never been shot, but this probably what it feels like, that second of nothingness right before the pain catches up to the bullet.

Pity, I've learned, is like a fart. You can tolerate your own, but you simply can't stand anyone else's.

It was crime at its purest, in which empathy, that most fundamental aspect of human morality, evaporated and another being became only a target for untamed fantasy.

He that increaseth knowledge increascth sorrow.

The essentially unchangeable established order of things, slowly disappeared and was forgotten for a while completely...

For all that "I was lost, I am found," it is probably more accurate to say, "I was really lost, I'm a little less so at the moment.

Anyone that says the housing crisis can be resolved with one magic bullet or by the next election isn't being honest.

To practice Zen means to realize one's existence in the beauty and clarity of this present moment, rather than letting life unravel in useless daydreaming of the past and future.

Don’t stereotype, Jenks. HAPA is an equal-opportunity hate group,” I said.

The rediscovered path, where were left the traces of childhood's lost steps.

You gotta be think'n Sam Adams, not drink'n Sam Adams

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