So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.
Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?
Writers have superpowers.
Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.
I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.
There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.
So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.
I’ve learned that a storm isn’t always just bad weather, and a fire can be the start of something. I’ve found out that there are a lot more shades of gray in this world than I ever knew about. I’ve learned that sometimes, when you´re afraid but you keep on moving forward, that’s the biggest kind of courage there is. And finally, I’ve learned that life isn’t really about failure and success. It’s about being present, in the moment when big things happen, when everything changes, including myself.
So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.
Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.
The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.
I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys to dances?
We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.
Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.
Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.
I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.