Maybe who we are isn’t so much about what we do, but rather what we’re capable of when we least expect it.
You don’t love someone because they’re perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.
What if it turns out that a life isn’t defined by who you belong to, or where you came from, by what you wished for or whom you’ve lost, but instead by the moments you spend getting from each of these places to the next?
See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it.
Power isn’t doing something terrible to someone who’s weaker than you, … It’s having the strength to do something terrible, and choosing not to.
You know it’s never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It’s always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
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- Andre Norton American Science Fiction Writer
- Isabel Allende Chilean Novelist
- Norman Mailer American Novelist, Journalist
- Lloyd Alexander American Writer
- Judy Blume American Author
- Susan Sontag American Writer, Philosopher
- Joyce Carol Oates American Novelist
- Amy Tan Chinese-American Novelist
- Annie Dillard American Writer