And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.
They don't like the thought of someone else making demands on the person whom they see as belonging entirely to them.
Even the most beautiful things can be toxic.
In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.
This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.