My parents are humans too. This has been one of my greatest awakenings in adulthood: my parents being regular people, too. They have baggage and losses, grown up in imperfect homes with imperfect families just as I did. Life hasn’t been easy on either of them between the mixture of poor decisions and bad breaks; this world lacks perfection for us all. Natalie Brenner
Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
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Lemony Snicket
You know all that sympathy that you feel for an abused child who suffers without a good mom or dad to love and care for them? Well, they don't stay children forever. No one magically becomes an adult the day they turn eighteen. Some people...
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Ashly Lorenzana
When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?
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Shannon L. Alder
It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.
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Heather Brewer
Parents have this twisted belief that anyone under the age of about twenty simply can’t know what love is, like the age to love is assessed in the same way the law assesses the legal age to drink. They think that the ‘emotional growth’ of...
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J.a. Redmerski
More Quotes By Natalie Brenner
I know this sounds incredibly lame, but I don't want losing my virginityto feel like I'm losing something. I want it to feel like I'm finding something. I want sex to be amazing. I want it to be life-alteringly wonderful. And I want it to...
Ready or not, here I come I'm so tired of this dumb game of hide and seek Olly olly oxen free Show yourself, you're scaring me Come out, come out, where ever you are You've taken this thing way too far
But Lunch Isn't That Bad, ReallyOnce I get used tohaving to eat with two peopleinstead of one. Two people who have known each otherfor such a long timethat they practically speak in code. Two people who are always saying, " Remember the time when this...
But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I'm a speck of dustfloating in the airthat can only be seenwhen a shaft of light hits it.
There’s something so great about this, ” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this, ” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me–against the world.
