I guess fear has a way of making sleep unbearable, and the days seem dark and long. But we cry and we dance and we stumble into love with perfect, awkward grace.
“I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.”
“This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.”
“It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.”
“That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.”
“Don’t you think it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?”
“The world breaks everyone, and afterwards many are strong at the broken places.”
“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.”