All my life, everybody has seen me a certain way. What do you see?

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.

She wanted him to notice her so much.

We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.

There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.