I thought I detected a bit of wonder in his voice, that he'd like to become part of a story, any story.

Why were we never together anymore, just alone in each other's vicinity?

I wasn't sure if it was safe for me to be sharing time and space with other people, who all seemed so much gentler and safer and less of a secret to themselves than I felt I was.

I knew that my husband was a song that I had forgotten the words to and I was a fuzzy photograph of someone he used to love.

That's the thing about fiction, that you live in it totally for a little while, but you must forget it, sometimes totally forget it, in order to go about the rest of your day.

But we always avoided talking about these things—difficult things—and I wondered if that meant we'd be a little uncomfortable with or disappointed by each other for the rest of our lives.

Lately, I couldn't remember those years, as if childhood was a movie I'd only seen the previews to.

None of us know how to fix ourselves, at least not entirely, not well enough.

That boy never seemed to smile and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him—we were both unable to get near the real life in life.

I couldn't blame anyone for what was in me, because I am, like everyone, populated entirely by myself.

Everyone wants to feel like they could destroy a small-to-medium-to-large part of someone who loves them.

Keep to active learning. You must learn, research and be so passionate about new ways and methods of doing things to be and remain relevant.

The products your life must have could be in the form of perfecting your gifts and talents.

The prosperity of the soul is spiritual.

If you don't know something, admit it. But, try to impress them with what you do know.

But she would never forget Brodick... or the spontaneous kiss he'd given her that had meant nothing to him and everything to her.

If you really want to change someone's life today, don't just pray for them... pray with them.

The smallest task, well done, becomes a miracle of achievement

Respect is based on Friendship,and friendship is based on love and love is so accidental isn't it ?

Each one must learn for himself the highest wisdom. It cannot be taught. You have the wisdom of your race. Be content.

Most people seem to take pleasure in feeling superior to someone. I'm not like that, which pleases me because it makes me feel superior.