Jolly felt salty tears on her lips, and for the first time in her life it occurred to her that sorrow tasted exactly like the sea.
The funniest people are the saddest ones
Lipstick?” He arched a brow.
“I’m on the hunt for my perfect shade,” I respond, deadpan.
“Ditch the magenta. Your olive skin screams for rose.” His deadpan is better than mine.
When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.
Turn off the light,” she says as she walks away, creating a small woosh that smells sweet and chemical. It makes me sad because it’s the smell she makes when she’s leaving.
Now I understand why women want to have children – it’s simply the urge to create happiness for yourself, somehow to fill the oppressive, unbearable emptiness in your soul.
In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .
In the end it will be your “Actions
I lost myself immediately in one of the books, only emerging when the phone rang.
You’re innocent until proven guilty,