There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

There are legions of us, I realized. The mothers who have broken babies, and spend the rest of our lives wondering if we should have spared them. And the mothers who have let their broken babies go, who look at our children and see instead the faces of the ones they never met.

If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask... with nothing beneath it?

Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

Everyone has a book inside of them - but it doesn't do any good until you pry it out.