Things break all the time. Glass and dishes and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever... promises break. Hearts break.

There is no one truth. There’s only what happened, based on how you perceive it.

It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.

Perhaps he d always known that the truth of a person lies in the heart.

I used to believe everything my brother told me, because he was older and I figured he knew more about the world. But as it turns out, being a grown-up doesn’t mean you’re fearless. It just means you fear different things.

What she hadn't realized was that sometimes when your vision was that sharp and true, it could cut you. That only if you'd felt such fullness could you really understand the ache of being empty.

I truly believed that the cost of success for us shouldn't be the cost of failure for a good friend.