No matter what we survivors like to tell ourselves about the afterlife, when someone dies, everything is over.

A filament of sensation sizzled between them, like a thin string of kerosene that, for the love of a match, could turn into a wall of fire.

With each word that passes my lips, I feel less heavy. It is as if I am giving him sentences made of stones, and the more I relay, the more of the burden he is carrying.

I imagined what it would be like to hold a butterfly in your hands something bejeweled and treasured and to know that despite your devotion it was dying by degrees.

It was no coincidence, that fear could move a person to extremes, just as seamlessly as love. They were the conjoined twins of emotion: If you didn't know what was at stake to lose, you had nothing to fight for.

Did you ever look down at yourself and realise that finally you had it all? Did you ever feel that everything was so right in your life you'd have nowhere to go but downhill?

Because when you get right down to it, the only person you should trust is the one you'd lay down your life for.

If you want to love a parent you have to understand the incredible investment he or she has in you. If you are a parent, and you want to be loved, you have to deserve it.

Some people don't know what to do with an act of kindness.

My body remembers: this is what it is to be filled by love, instead of despair.

Her silhouette is obscenely green against the frost, as if she has left in her wake an artificial spring.

There was a time when I prayed to saints. What I liked about them were their humble beginnings: they were human, once, and so you knew that they just got it in a way Jesus never would. They understood what it meant to have your hopes dashed or your promises broken or you feelings hurt.

There's nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

Now, Shay Bourne isn't the first person to come along and stir the pot, King said. Few years back, a Florida State football quarterback was found lying in the street, claiming to be God.

She touched him and found that even something as innocent as the lacing of their fingers could raise all the hairs on the back of her neck and make her blood beat faster.

Power isn't about doing something terrible to someone who's weaker than you, Reiner. It's having the strength to do something terrible, and choosing not to.

Slavery isn't Black history, I point out. It's everyone's history. A.

May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

Her mouth is always on the verge of a smile. It makes her look like there's always something amazing she needs to tell me, even when it's just hello.

In this, wolf culture is a lot like Native American culture, where age is revered—and nothing like most Americans, who stick their aging parents in rest homes and visit twice a year.

You play by the rules of the world you're in.

Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.

When Javert finally realized that Valjean had something he himself didn’t—mercy—did he shrug and find a new obsession, like knitting or Game of.

Something was missing. I couldn't tell you what it was if you asked but it was off. And if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it's one thing if the missing two percent is, like, a fingernail. But when it's the heart, that's a whole different ball of wax.

Look at that, Michael said. My daughter's an hour old and she's already sleeping with some guy.

And afterward, when the leaves turned and the snow came, every now and then I would rise in everyone's minds like a tide.

This virtual stranger knew me better than anyone else in Africa. He knew me better than I knew myself. What I was really researching was not how elephants deal with loss but how humans can't.

It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.

Dark matter has a gravitation effect on other objects. You can't see it, you can't feel it, but you can watch something being pulled in its direction.

I love the way he smelled whenever his head dipped close to hear what I was saying—like the sun striking th cheek of a tomato, or soap drying in the hood of a car. I loved the way his hand felt on my spine. I loved.

If you don't want someone to change your life for you, you've got to change it yourself.

I woke up with an unfamiliar taste in my mouth, part sweet part sour, it took me days to realize this was simply hope.

It was a hairline crack, one might never have noticed, except for the fact it grew wider and wider, until there was a canyon between them. A child's job, ostensibly, was to grow up. So why, when it happened, did a parent feel so disappointed?

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

He looked the way I felt around Delia: as if a second sun was growing underneath my breastbone, a secret I could barely conceal.

In her experience, the moment you showed you were weak in front of someone, they'd use it against you.

She felt a cage coming down around her; too late she realized that he had her trapped by the heart. And like any unwilling animal that was well and truly caught, she could escape only by leaving a piece of herself behind.

Eric understands that the world is rarely the way it is supposed to be. And he knows that, given the chance, we don't have to wait for someone to make messes of our lives. We do a good enough job, ourselves.

The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

I know that the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss.

He's not your typical prince, more like a square peg in a round hole, kind of like me. He's the sort of guy who wouldn't mind reading side by side on a date.

Brit had wanted it to say LOVED. Those were the directions she gave me for the granite carver. But at the last minute I changed it. I was never going to stop, so why make it past tense? I.

We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn't really an answer to that question.

Since birds took flight, they were closer to the spirit world than man was, so ignoring a message from a bird might mean missing some warning or promise from powers greater than oneself.

What we could not see clearly, we didn't have to pretend to understand.

Words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder. Like falling in love or finding god, if it ha...ppens to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else - and language only takes you so far.

Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you.

Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.