the nurse smiled and patted my arm. “Don’t give up yet. Sometimes when we think God has written The End, what he really means is The Beginning.
Midnight’s the only time where you can be both in the past, present, and future.
Living is hard–dying is easy. You close your eyes and never open them again. What’s so difficult about that? Nothing really–except it hurts like hell to those you leave behind.
The past is called the past for a reason. If you are constantly looking behind you, your eyes aren’t on the road ahead. You don’t drive the car that way, so why should you live your life that way?
You show true friends the ugly–and trust them enough to turn it into something beautiful.
The thing about second chances”, Mom interrupted, laying a hand on my arm “is we always walk into them assuming we’ll feel better, when nine times out of ten things get worse before the ever get better.
Because my weakness has always been her, it would always be her.
For as long as it takes for the sorrow and pain to transfer into acceptance. I’ll stay here. With you. By your side. I won’t leave.”“Promise?”“Vow.” I placed his hands gently on the piano. “I vow.
I think is sad, how easily we throw around the word without actually understanding the sacrifice behind its meaning. Love in its definition isn’t about a strong feeling towards someone, but action.
My heart feels strong for you, my desire isn’t just to marry you and let this be our moment, Kiersten. I want to marry you and create a million moments every single day.
but when a person’s so stuck in their own hole of darkness — it hurts like hell when someone shines a light on them. Your eyes have to adjust, and let’s just say it isn’t a pleasant experience; it’s why people stay there.
Being with Demetri wasn’t the absence of pain, it was the added presence of peace, making it easier and easier for that little part of my heart to heal again.–From Pull: A Seaside Novel
The truth really does set you free — but what they don’t tell you is the process hurts like hell.
Tex?” I whispered.“Yeah?”“Enemies or lovers right now?”He sighed and kissed my head. “Both, we’ll always be both.
Today I gave you an hour. A year ago I would have given you an eternity.
In life we always have some measure of control whether it be over our emotions or choices, but when it comes to cancer? The only thing you can control is how you respond to it
The type of love that makes you want to laugh out loud—scream a bit—run in circles—and then repeat? Yeah that’s how I felt about Wes. Totally. Out. Of. Control. Giddiness
All that damn therapy you made me go through — and sometimes, Dad, it takes going through hell to reach your heaven.” I looked at the door. “That bad huh?” “What?” “You like her that much?” “No.” I swallowed. “I love her.
Every damn breath hurt like hell, but I kept Breathing too. I told myself it would be a privilege to breathe through pain like that for the rest of my life – just knowing each breath was a gift.
Patience, Abigail. Patience.”Abigail snorted. “Patience, right. I am known for having a great handle on the Fruits of the Spirit.””Interesting. I don’t recall manipulation being a Biblical virtue.
I hurt all the damn time because my stupid heart has decided for one reason or another that it can’t survive without being next to yours. -Chase
Kissing you is terrifying, breathing your same air makes my knees weak, when I’m around you it’s a tie between wanting to chase you down – or just kiss you until you can’t breathe.
In the end… he would choose Campisi.In the end… she would choose Abandonato.In the end… there would be bloodshed.
Gabe held my face between his hands. “What you two have — it’s a once in a lifetime — you fight for him, sweetheart. Fight for him with every last breath. No regrets, okay?
That’s stupid.” I laughed into his chest. “Boys can’t save girls.” “You’re right.” He kissed my temple. “It’s the other way around.
Music without passion is merely noise. A life without passion? You may as well be dead.
I was planning on giving them the sun and stars as well. It’s kind of a package deal; therefore, the moon is for lovers. The stars are for partners. The sun … for best friends.
You may be my new princess. But your mama is my queen.
uh, yeah, I love…worms” Classic. Someone should record the gold that flows from my mouth.
The other thing about moments that are given to us? They’re limited. We don’t get an endless amount. If you miss them, they’re gone. Time machines don’t exist; you can’t go back and fix what’s been broken.
It’s funny isn’t it? People claim to know what love is — yet the minute they’re given the opportunity to prove it — they bail.