What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?

Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.

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.

If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.

It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.

If you want to love a parent you have to understand the incredible investment he or she has in you. If you are a parent, and you want to be loved, you have to deserve it.