What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.
Close some doors. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead somewhere.
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.