Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.

Told her she was beautiful. Didn't give up when she didn't believe me.

It is hard to stop seeing your son as a son and to start seeing him as a human being. It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It's a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

Because that's the thing about mean people: They make you think that the world will never work, that there are divides that you will fall into if you approach. It takes a whole lot of good people to fill in the breach created by a single mean one.

The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.