I just wanna hang out. No big deal!
Caleb," I say, "I love you. " His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice.
If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.
To me, when someone wrongs you, you both share the burden of that wrongdoing—the pain of it weighs on both of you. Forgiveness, then, means choosing to bear the full weight all by yourself.
Resisting is worth doing.
I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.
My mother told me once that we can't survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to. Without a faction we have no purpose and no reason to live.
Every time I change the way I explain myself to myself, I have to rearrange the story of my life.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
Many people excuse themselves by claiming that they don't have to do work anymore because they are beyond it. They are simply afraid of getting their hands dirty. Getting your hands dirty washes your being.
How long do we live in the fictions of our past? And how do we convince anyone that who we write is not necessarily who we are?