Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.
Lord keep her safe since you can't keep her sane.
Spoiled. That's all it's about - can't live without this, can't live without that. You can live without anything you weren't born with, and you can make it through on even half of that.
Not only is your story worth telling, but it can be told in words so painstakingly eloquent that it becomes a song.
It ain't really what you'd call change. It's all happened before and it'll happen again with a different set of facts.
It's as if I've arrived in a place where it's all spirit and no body - an overwhelming sense of calm...I actually began to feel blessed.
Life is accepting what is and working from that.
One should be able to return to the first sentence of a novel and find the resonances of the entire work.
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.
I don't believe that life is supposed to make you feel good, or make you feel miserable either. Life is just supposed to make you feel.