It's the child who's supposed to cry, and the mom who makes it all better, not the other way around, which is why mothers will move heaven and earth to hold it together in front of their own kids.

I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.

I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.

Sometimes there aren't words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean. But I manage to reach across it, to wrap my arms around him.

Listen,” she said. “I may not be what you want right now, but I’m all you’ve got.

The problem was , you never heard anyone say,"wow, check out the brain on that babe.

She shrugged. "You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.