Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so.

Knowledge was power, but a good librarian did not hoard the gift. She taught others how to find, where to look, how to see.

I don't know what you think of me. And you certainly would never picture us together. But probably peanut butter was just peanut butter for a long time, before someone ever thought of pairing it with jelly. And there was salt, but it started to taste better when there was pepper. And what's the point of butter without bread? (Why are all these examples of FOODS?!!?!?!?!?!?!) Anyway by myself I'm nothing special. But with you I could be.

Words, for all they were flimsy and invisible, had great strength. They could be fortified as a castle wall and sharp as a foil. They could bite, slap, shock, wound. But unlike deeds, words couldn't really help you. No promise ever rescued a person; it was the carrying-through of it that brought about salvation.

What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other

What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?

This is what it always comes down to, I realized. There are the ones who believe, and the ones who don't, and caught in the space between them are guns.