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You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you\'ve got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears for a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won\'t be able to cry for real when you need to.
You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you've got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears for a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won't be able to cry for real when you need to.
I've always been able to see you," I say. "It's a rather lovely view.
It's certainly my honor to be able to, hopefully, change the world a tiny bit, one mind at a time.
What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?
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You'd think someone who'd been to medical school would be able to hear through a stethoscope that somebody was empty inside.
No, honestly, my mouth shouldn't be able to function unless my brain's engaged.
You can't win. Either you have the baby and wear your pain on the outside, or you don't have the baby, and you keep that ache in you forever
When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?
Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.
I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.
I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.
Unlike Elise, who could discover parts of a person they didn't even know were absent, you specialized in tangible, but that, I feared, was only a matter of time.
Bad is not an absolute, but a relative term. Ask the robber who used the cash he stole to feed his infant; the rapist who was sexually abused as a child; the kidnapper who truly believed he was saving a life. And just because you break the law doesn't mean you have intentionally crossed the line into evil. Sometimes the line creeps up on you, and before you know it, you're standing on the other side.
It is so easy to presume that while your own world has ground to an absolute halt, so has everyone else's.
Shelby believed that love was like a solar eclipse - breathtakingly beautiful, absorbing, and capable of rendering you blind. She had not necessarily gone out of her way to avoid a relationship, but she hadn't wanted on either. It was called falling in love for a reason - because, inevitably, you crashed at the bottom.
The brain of a person in love will show activity in the amygdala, which is associated with gut feelings, and in the nucleus accumbens, an area associated with rewarding stimuli that tends to be active in drug abusers. Or, to recap: the brain of a person in love doesn't look like the brain of someone overcome by deep emotion. It looks like the brain of a person who's been snorting coke.
At 17, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you was as vital as oxygen. Adults, light years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, 'This too shall pass' - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something everyone recalled as a milk nuisance, completely forgetting how painful it had been at the time.
When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.
We dont have to accept each others beliefs..but we do have to accept each others right to believe them.
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Mistakes are something that happen by accident. You didn\'t walk out the door one morning and fall into some guy\'s bed. You thought about it, for a while. You made that choice.
Mistakes are something that happen by accident. You didn't walk out the door one morning and fall into some guy's bed. You thought about it, for a while. You made that choice.
My high school guidance counselor, Mrs. Inverholl, once had me take an aptitude test to figure out my future. The number one job recommendation for my set of skills was an air traffic accident investigator, of which there are fewer than fifty in the world. The number two job was a museum curator for Chinese-American studies. The number three job was a circus clown.