You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

Everyone always talks about how well mothers know their children. No one ever seems to notice how well children know their mothers.

When you're young it's easy to confuse passion for love.

How many people can you claim truly care about you? I mean, not just the people in your life who are fun to hang out with, not just the people who you love and trust. But people who feel good when you are happy and successful, feel bad when you are hurt or going through a hard time, people who would walk away from their lives for a little while to help you with yours?

The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.