With our hands, we reach for things we shouldn’t have and we grasp what isn’t ours. The way I have always reached for you.
Often-times, grass was more useful than gold. Man was more desirable than a beast. Chance was more seductive than knowledge, and eternal life was completely meaningless without love.
The longer he remained on this earth, the more he was sure that mankind had no clue about God or heaven. Not when they used him as an excuse to kill, to punish, to discriminate.
We are at war. War has a way of stripping us of perspective. War is about life and death, and it paints everything in shades of now or never.
But maybe you see beauty in me because you are beautiful, not because I am.
You act like beauty is the only thing that makes us worthy of love.
She wondered how it would feel to be beautiful and have it taken away. How much harder would it be than never knowing what it felt like in the first place?
Life had taught her that consequences were ugly and painful, and seldom worth the pleasure they had been bartered for.
Life is like a long note; it persists without variance, without wavering. There is no cessation in sound or pause in tempo. It continues on, and we must master it or it will master us.
Why don’t you focus on where you’re going and less on where you came from?
…There’s a lot I don’t understand…but not understanding is better not believing” – Ambrose
He’d been given every word he needed, and every word had been stripped from me. I wanted them back. All of them.
I wondered how he’d learned to push the words away, to drown them, to not feel them pounding against his head and his heart, begging to be spoken.
The road was so dimly lighted.There we;re no highway signs to guide.But they made up their minds,If all roads were blind,They wouldn’t give up ’til they died….
In the light everything is obvious. There are no secrets. You simply have to look in order to see.
God wants us to receive everything that life was meant to teach. Then we take what we’ve learned, and it becomes our offering to God and to mankind. But we have to live in order to learn. And sometimes we have to fight in order to live.
But she wasn’t the only one who was suffering, and sometimes there is comfort in the knowledge that you don’t suffer alone, sad as that is.
We weren’t so different, Finn and I. Cages come in lots of colors and shapes. Some are gilded, while others have a slamming door. But golden handcuffs are still handcuffs.
What softened your heart?” I asked softly.”Good music and a friend.”I felt my eyes burn a little and turned from him, blinking quickly to lap up the sting of tears. “Music has incredible power””So does friendship,” he supplied frankly.
No weight in her pockets and far too much heaviness in her heart.
Why are you so angry?”His question surprised me, and I laughed a little. “This isn’t angry,” I smirked. “This is just me. Get used to it.
He was right that I was afraid. But I didn’t think I was afraid of the truth. I was afraid of believing something that would destroy me if it turned out to be a lie.
He tried to soften his mouth against hers, tried to tell her he was sorry, but she stayed frozen in his arms, as if she couldn’t believe, after everything that had happened, that he thought he could break her heart and take a kiss too.
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in less than a breath.
Camillo always say we are on earth to learn. I think I want to teach. I want to teach history so that the world does not have to repeat our mistakes.
There are laws. There are rules. And when you break them, there are consequences. Laws of nature and laws of life. Laws of love and laws of death.
Maybe the moral of the legend is that we are all carved, created, and formed by a master hand. Maybe we are all works of art.
…and I shut off my anxious heart and my nervous head as dusk descended into another night, another meaningless merging, another attempt to find myself as I gave myself away.
Fern: How would you know? Have you ever been nobody? Ambrose: Everybody who is somebody becomes nobody the moment they fail.
Rita has spent her whole life being chased by boys. Because of that, she never had a chance to stop running long enough to figure out who she was and what kind of guy she should let catch her.
None of us can help where we were scattered, Blue. But none of us has to remain where we were scattered.
I have all the power, but you will destroy me. “Only your walls, Lark.” He deepened the kiss, licking into my mouth as if he knew he’d find me there hiding from him.
I had feared that if I opened the floodgates I would drown. But as the waves crashed over me, I was not consumed, I was swept up, washed, my soul blanketed with blessed relief.
Love songs or poetry?Ambrose: Love songs–you get the best of both, poetry set to music.And you can’t dance to poetry.
Shakespeare said, ‘the robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.
I need you, Fern. I’m not going to lie. I need you. But I don’t need you the same way Bailey did. I need you because it hurts when we’re apart. I need you because you make me hopeful. You make me happy.
Why don’t we have more babies, Mom? Bailey has big sisters. I wish I had a big sister.“I don’t know why, Fern. I tried to have more children, but sometimes we are given something so special, so wonderful, that one is enough.
I love you Bonnie. So much that I hurt with it. And I hate it, and I love it, and I want it to go away, and i want it to stay forever….
Caring about someone doesn’t mean taking care of them.