Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
…sadness is a powerful foe, maybe harder to keep down than happiness…
I watched her on the stand in that unfamiliar suit and thought of the soft hairs at the back of her neck, warm and smelling of the sun, and it seemed an impossible thing to me, it seemed the vastest and saddest miracle of my life: I touched her hair, once.
Never knew the word Goodbye could scatter my heart into pieces. Just 1 word, could made me cry over you.
Nothing in my life has ever felt so good yet it hurt so achingly bad.
I see how he feels about his world and I want to be one of the parts he prizes. I want to be worth fighting for. Worth the same kind of effort he puts into the things that matter to him. Like Dani.
I’ve never been the most important thing to anybody – not even myself.
Everything we come across becomes a part of us. It doesn’t matter how small or insignificant it is…or how devastating. One story here, one story there, that’s what I see when I look back at my life. An accumulation of everything I went through.
Magic. I draw with silver and it turns red.
There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.