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A photo says, You were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch. 

It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow --beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink  

It was a catch-22: if you didn't put the trauma behind you, you couldn't move on . But if you did put the trauma behind you, you willingly gave u your claim to the person you were before it happened 

Just because you didn't speak the facts out loud didn't erase their existence. Silence was just a quieter way to lie.

There was no easy switch she could flip to stem the flow of feeling, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them  

Relationships always sounded so physically painful: You fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head. Was it any wonder that people came through the experience with battle scars?

Hope was a pathological part of puberty, like acne and surging hormones. You might sound cynical to the world, but that was just a defense mechanism, cover-up coating a zit, because it was too embarrassing to admit that in spite of the bum deals you kept getting, you hadn't completely given up.

Forgiving and forgetting are fused together, flip sides of the same coin and yet they couldn't both exist at the same time. Choosing one meant that you sacrificed seeing the other.

Dreams, she thought, were like soap bubbles. You could look at them from a distance, and they were lovely. It's when you stuck your face too close that your eyes wound up stinging.

he learned that a word was a powerful thing. An inslut didn't have to be shouted at you to make you bleed; a vow didn't have to be whispered to you to make you believe. Hold a thought in your head, and that was enough to change the actions of anyone and anything that crossed your path.

It made her wonder if you could know a person only at a single moment in time, because a year from now or a day from now, he might be different. It made her wonder if everyone reinvented himself or herself, if that was as natural as other animals shedding their skin.

All teenagers knew this was true. The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face. For year's her own parents had told her that she could be anything, have anything, do anything. That was why she'd been so eager to grow up -until she got to adolescence and hit a big, fat wall of reality. As it turned out, she couldn't have anything she wanted. You didn't get to be pretty or smart or popoular just because you wanted it. You didn't control your own destiny; you were too busy trying to fit in

You could have been Bethany Matthews, Delia Hopkins, Cleopatra-- it wouldn't matter. And if you'd grown up with a thousand lemon trees in the middle of the desert, with a cactus instead of a Christmas tree and a pet armadillo... well, then, I would have gone to law school at Arizona State, I guess. I would have defended illegal aliens crossing the border. But we still would have wound up together. No matter what kind of life I had, you'd be at the end of it.

I was paying attention even when I told myself I wasn’t. If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

The world is rarely the way it's suppose to be. And given the chance, we don't have to wait for someone to make messes of our lives. We do a good enough job ourselves.

Bad is not an absolute but a relative term. Ask the robber who used the cash he stole to feed his infant; the rapist who was sexually abused as a child; the kidnapper who truly believed he was saving a life. And just because you break the law, doesn't mean you have intentionally crossed the line into evil. Sometimes it creeps up on you, and before you know it, you're standing on the other side.

But once you throw a stone, there are ripples in the pond, even if you remove the rock

Love is the most dangerous craving of all, if you ask me. It turns us into people we aren’t, it makes us feel like hell, and makes us walk on water. It ruins us for anything else.

Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you. It could make you forget what you did not know to focus exclusively on those few pieces you could commit to heart.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures would never be anything but broken.

It's called falling in love for a reason – because, inevitably, you crashed at the bottom.

Parting is a joint decision, a person could not leave you if you were not willing to release them

The higher you raise your hopes, the further you have to fall 

Three months ago, if you asked me, I would have told you that if you really loved someone, you'd let them go. But now I look at you, and I dream about her, and I see that I've been wrong. If you really love someone, I think you have to take them back.