Sometimes books don't find us until the right time.

Sorry but nothing of much importance ever happened to me...I'm just a girl who forgot to look both ways before crossing the street.

On, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that's not how it works. A human life is a beautiful mess.

I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.

if you were older you might agree with me. you might say that real love steals nothing. you might say that real love leaves a person intact. you would be wrong, jane. love is a greedy toddler who knows only the word 'mine.

Did you know that there are over three hundred words for love in canine?

In a way, whoever you know in a certain place defines that place for you.