Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.
I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.
I’m not a very good writer, but I’m an excellent rewriter.
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.
Crescendo by Becca Fitzpatrick
Even in those darkest moments where you feel the most alone, you have to remember that you broke up for a reason. Sure, people get back together after a break-up and sometimes end up happier than ever. But every time you miss something about the other person, think about two things you hated. If the things you hated add up to more than the things you liked, it’s time to let go.
Life is simple. Everything happens for you, not to you. Everything happens at exactly the right moment, neither too soon nor too late. You don’t have to like it—it’s just easier if you do.
A Thousand Names for Joy by Byron Katie
Someday you’ll call me the one that got away.
Going Under by Georgia Cates
You hurt me, but you were the one who made the mistake. It’s not like I stopped loving you the minute I found out. I just stopped trusting you.
Mercy by Jodi Picoult
If I’d learned nothing else from my life thus far, it was that you don’t always end up where you think you’re going.
Just Ella by Margaret Peterson Haddix
When you make a solemn promise to a friend, it ain’t right to go back on it. Never let your friend down, never break a trust, and when you give your word, never go back on it.
Bliss by Lauren Myracle
Just stay with me, don’t interfere with fate now that we’ve reconnected.
Connected by Kim Karr
There’s a kind of unfamiliar electricity that goes through her at the nearness of him, and she can’t help wondering if he feels it, too.
The Statistical Probably of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith
Life is boring. People are vengeful. Good things always end. We do so many things and we don’t know why, and if we do find out why, it’s decades later and knowing why doesn’t matter anymore.
All Families are Psychotic by Douglas Coupland