I push through physical pain. Life hurts. I enjoy the positives.

Every time I think about that girl, my mind commits a sin.

The bitterest of ironies is that the people who make us feel the most accepted, secure, and whole are the same people who make us feel the most rejected, unstable, and heart broken.

As with all young ones, a deeper perception comes clearer with time… Roe’vaash recieved the grace to release the anger and pain he had carried and suffered for so long…

I know that this process of ‘me changing my life’ doesn’t just end once I set fire to this list of things I hate about myself. Tonight isn’t as much of a new beginning as...

Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me...

My parents won’t let me have a motorcycle, but they give me all the guns I want. I asked them for a motorcycle last Christmas and they told me I’d only kill myself. They got...

Soft sun shone down on a misty cathedral at the opposite end of a football-field length courtyard. The cathedral had a long pointed tower with beautiful rose and ivory stained glass windows. Pink-petal flowers and...

Being a child sucked. Being a teenager was worse. And being an adult seemed so far away that I had a better chance at swimming the length of the ocean than growing up.

I had no intention of forsaking my wedding vows. I had strong morals and never could have imagined going against them. I was never even tempted to stray.

The God of Imagination lived in fairytales. And the best fairytales made you fall in love. It was while flicking through “Sleeping Beauty” that I met my first love, Ivar. He was a six-year-old bello...

Whose little boy are you?

Yet I had become very attached to George Roc. I liked him, not for the joy of playing with him, not for some talent that made him stand out from the rest, not even for...

There comes a time in a girl’s life where she finds her heart broken, what matters is not the boy who broke it but the boy who stitches it back together

Love is my drug of choice, even if it comes laced with pain and disaster.

Mending a broken heart isn’t easy. It’s messy and complicated, but when it’s finished, it’s stronger than ever.

But I don’t know, in the end, what deserts, chasms, achievements, virtues, and beauties have to do with love. We can love for so many different, and paradoxical, qualities in the object of our love–for...

So it was a crossroads summer, when the universe seemed to stand perilously still like an egg wobbling on a precipice, a regular rite of passage summer that saw us traverse the hazardous divide between...

She bought seeds and raided nurseries and mulched and composted and spent full days with her hands full of earth, coaxing life our of the dry, dull grass my father had spent years pushing a...

When it was time to board my flight, I took one last glance back. I knew that I had everything with me so it was not a “make sure I have everything” glance. It was...

I was physically attacked by a woman who didn’t even know me. Yes, my boyfriend was her former husband, but she tried to ruin me.

Be willing to turn your attention to that which serves you.

What a wonderful word, future. Of all the abstractions we can articulate to ourselves, of all the concepts we have that other animals do not, how extraordinary the ability to consider a time that’s never...

I guess there’s a Use By date when it comes to blaming your parents for how messed up you are.I guess that’s what turning eighteen means.Time to own it.

Does our purpose on Earth directly link to the people whom we end up meeting? Are our relationships and experiences actually the required dots that connect and then lead us to our ultimate destinies?

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest… trapping us both in a stainless cage.

And in this moment, I realize one reason it’s so great to have a best friend is sometimes, like right now, Cal and I are thinking the very same thing.

Well, can you tell her that?”He looked down at his feet. “I will. I will.”Guy-speak for, “I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up.

Well Sarah’s on drugs again and that’s why she did it in Mario’s backseat, but now she might be pregnant, oh, and that messed-up Seth kid’s been cutting himself again so he was sent away...

The dark realization came to him that a difficult and miserable age had begun for him, and he couldn’t imagine when it would end. [Puberty]

I love you when you’re happy. I love you when you’re sad. I love you if you’re angry,And I love you if you’re bad. No matter how you feel, I love you all the time.Oh...

Bittersweet: it’s what life tastes like. And if you can handle the bitter, the sweet will come later. ~ Klyde, in Piranhas Like S’mores.

She was neither white nor black, Fyre nor Aquanite; she was a dame of the White King, and it was up to her, and her alone, to choose what path her life would take.

You people who have survived childhood don’t remeber any longer what it was like. You think children are whole, uncomplicated creatures, and if you split them in two with a handy axe there would be...

I love him in ways that I can’t explain to other people. They don’t understand… it’s not their fault.

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

Life is a valuable and unique opportunityto discover who you are.But it seems as soon as you nearanswering that age-old question,something unexpected always happensto alter your course.And who it is you thought you weresuddenly changes.Then...

The whole school is on these. We’ve had them for awhile now.

I left Hairball to his manic mantric singing. I walked toward the house and stopped to rub some white pine needles on my fingers. The evergreen smelled fresh and alive. The needles were long and...

I didn’t want to get burned. I didn’t want to be the other woman, but I wanted him with all my might.

Life was like that when you were fifteen and knobby-kneed and you only had a handful of choices. Your world was small and cruel and narrow-minded and breathtaking.

Hush now, ‘tis time to sleep and dream secrets of long ago.

In the end, every person’s life is a tough act to follow.

Where should I go?” -Alice. “That depends on where you want to end up.” – The Cheshire Cat.

I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.

It’s okay to be happy.

It’s not easy to be God.

Belonging to a place isn’t nearly as necessary as belonging to people you love and who love you and need you.

I’m not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I’m old, perhaps.

I could only defend myself so much. It was my word against his. There was no evidence, nor was there any proof. My word meant very little.