Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?
She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.
Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.
I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.
We all contain mysteries, especially when seen from the inside.
You can't deny that there's something between us." "No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.