Why can’t I just be bad?” I asked, figuring my mom would have no idea what I was talking about.“ Well, that’s easy, sweetie. You can be anything you want, but when you go against who you are inside, it doesn’t feel good.
Some moments are nice, some arenicer, some are even worthwritingabout.
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Charles Bukowski
My mind then wandered. I thought of this: I thought of how every day each of us experiences a few little moments that have just a bit more resonance than other moments–we hear a word that sticks in our mind–or maybe we have a small...
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Douglas Coupland
Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of...
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Jodi Picoult
She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: "It shines like a little diamond", " What does?"" This moment. It is round, it hangs in empty space like a little diamond; I am eternal.
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JeanPaul Sartre
Sometimes it's the same moments that take your breath away that breathe purpose and love back into your life.
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Steve Maraboli
More Quotes By Bill Konigsberg
More and more these days, I'm realizing that I might be crazy, but I'm loved too. I don't think I ever really knew that before, but I do now.
Having no room of my own to "take care of things" had begun to weigh on me. I wondered if storing up semen would have a health impact on me, positive or negative, like shinier hair or weight gain.
This is where we come, " he said. Albie and I look at each other. “We?”“Me and, you know.” Albie’s eyes got wide. “I really don’t think I want to know about this.” I surprised myself. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>“I do, ” I said. I guess...
It’s hard to be different, ” Scarborough said. “And perhaps the best answer is not to tolerate differences, not even to accept them. But to celebrate them. Maybe then those who are different would feel more loved, and less, well, tolerated.
The hole in my heart, I can’t even begin to describe. It’s hard when you open your heart and let someone in and then suddenly they’re not in it anymore. It doesn’t matter whose fault it is; that empty spot stings so bad that you...
