Strangers,” the Blue Man said, “are just family yo have yet to come to know.
I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.
Two people that have the same wants are two people that should be friends.
It’s a lot harder to get someone OUT of your life than it is to let them IN, so please…be selective.
Two main categories of people are needed in your circle; those who give you the necessary support to accomplish your dreams and those who become beneficiaries of what you achieve.
Try not to be the kind of friend who only makes friends when in desperate need of financial help.
I wasn’t concerned, but I was thinking that the fastest way to get your mind off him and on me would be to tell you something truly appalling about him.
My friend Bailey is looking at me with tears in her eyes and a smile of pure joy. She sees me, the real me, not the broken little bird that my mother sees, or the Ambassador of Hope that my father sees, or the girl who was stupid enough to walk off with a stranger and ruin everyone’s lives that my sister sees. Bailey sees me as I want to be: a normal, non-newsworthy, non-broken, non-victimized sixteen-year-old girl.
If knowledge is lacking, your destruction is inevitable.
I hear he liked flowers pretty well.”
“Yes,” said Annie, “he said they were the friends who always came back and never disappointed him.”
–“Out, Brief Candle