The Secrets She Keeps

She says I should reach out and build bridges, but I think certain bridges are meant to burn and it’s a shame some people can’t be on them when it happens.

We need the darkness to appreciate the light, and the bumps along the road to stop us falling asleep at the wheel.

My love for a child will be greater than my love for an adult because it is a singular love that isn’t based on physical attraction, or shared experiences, or the pleasures of intimacy, or time together. It is unconditional, immeasurable, unshakeable.

I feel sorry for hookers these days—how do they stand out anymore?

They trap us like that - babies- with one look they can take hold of our hearts because our hearts have no defences against such beauty and fragility.

is so strange, this life we lead. We search for happiness, but so much is about survival. Existence. We try to manage expectations, but really we’re treading water, wasting time, or contemplating lives we might have led. Pretty soon we’re like every other godless, money-hungry, backstabbing, jaded, jealous human being, wishing we were richer, prettier, younger, luckier, or could do it all over again.

The value of a secret depends upon whom you’re trying to keep it from.

The planet turns. Time passes. We move forward even when we’re standing still.

Hope is a good breakfast but a bad supper,

How dare I complain. I was born in the right time and right place to the right family. I met a man and we built a life together. Yet sometimes even the most charmed existence can change in the blink of an eye, or turn on the length of an eyelash. One moment of indecision. A cancer cell. A rogue gene. A wrong turn. A red light. A drunk driver. A cruel piece of misfortune.

Today was not ours, but there’s always tomorrow.

People, not places, make a life whole.

His freckles have faded but must riot every summer across his nose and cheeks.

there are so many ways to move forward and only one way to stand still.

but I think certain bridges are meant to burn and it’s a shame some people can’t be on them when it happens.

Maybe that’s the fate of someone who spends his life delving into other people’s minds – listening to their worst fears, unmasking their flaws and discovering their motives. Maybe a man like that begins to rust or seize up – haunted by too many ghosts in the machine.

He told me we had to “move forward,” which is a term that I’ve never understood. The planet turns. Time passes. We move forward even when we’re standing still.

There is no comfort in being a statistical exception. It's like having a rare disease or being the victim of outrageous misfortune - you keep asking yourself, Why me? Why not someone else?

Giggling like schoolgirls we dry our hair. Meg looks like Andie McDowell in Four Weddings and a Funeral. I look like Janet Leigh in Psycho before the knife starts shredding the shower curtain.

I think certain bridges are meant to burn and it's a shame some people can't be on them when it happens.

Most of the guys were drunk, checking out the teenage girls in their crotch-defying dresses and fuck-me heels. I feel sorry for hookers these days - how do they stand out any more?

They trap us like that—babies—with one look they can take hold of our hearts because our hearts have no defenses against such beauty and fragility.

I ONCE DISMISSED FAITH BECAUSE I VIEWED IT FROM AN INTELLECTUAL STANDPOINT, BUT FAITH HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH INTELLECT.

I realized that life is a series of good-byes and I had to make sure that I didn’t waste my days or use them up too soon.

The whole idea of getting married and having children terrifies me. What if becoming a parent doesn’t make me grow up? It could be just a cheap disguise. It’s not cheap.

Children are like time capsules that we shoot into the future, hoping there will still be a world for them to inherit. I don’t know if they are chips off the same block, or if one apple has fallen farther from the tree, but what does it matter? They are loved. Longed for. Ours.

She has a first-class mind and third-class morals, which is exactly what I need right now

I’ve been called a skank, a whore, a whinger, and a slut.