Reset, readjust, restart, refocus.As many times as you need to.
Just don't quit!
The couples that are meant to be, are the ones who go through everything that is meant to tear them apart, and come out stronger.
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You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?
and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.
Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.
Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.
The truth doesn't always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatley wrapped lies
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.
A mathematical formula for happiness:Reality divided by Expectations.There were two ways to be happy:improve your reality or lower your expectations.
Love meant jumping off a cliff and trusting that a certain person would be there to catch you at the bottom.
You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.
We make messes of our lives, but every now and then, we manage to do something that's exactly right. The challenge is figuring out which is which.
You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.
I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.
You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.
I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.
The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.
When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.
You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?
Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.
If we don't change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going.
well, sometimes to get what you want the most, you have to do what you want the least.
See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it. And the very act of living is a tide: at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded.
Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy's dying wish?
It felt like I'd been living underground, and for a moment, I'd been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you've seen that, how can you go back where you came from?
The person may have a scar, but it also means they have a story
be a good listener, don't judge and don't put boundaries on someone else's grief.
Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.
My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.
I love you," he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
When you love someone you let them take care of you.
See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it
I always wondered why God was supposed to be a father," she whispers. Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally, don't you think?
A sacrament--like marriage--means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you're modeling God. And God never gives up.
Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard - this chord of pure pain - and it takes a moment to realize it is coming from me.
If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.
When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.
This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder
The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.
There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations
Dr. Keller begins pacing. "I don't think we've been hearing Faith just right. Her guard...the words..they sound alike."What do you mean?"Your daughter," Dr. Keller says flatly. "I think she's seeing God.
So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.
Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.
When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.
I became a firefighter because I wanted to save people. But I should have been more specific. I should have named names.
Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.
Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions, inside the walls of a hospital... Doubt is like dye. Once is spreads into the fabric of excuses you've woven, you'll never get rid of the stain.
It seems to me that no matter what religion you subscribe to, acts of kindness are the stepping-stones to making the world a better place--because we become better people in it.
The first time someone I loved left me behind...I didn't know how my family would balance. We had been such a sturdy little end table, four solid legs. I was sure we would now be off-kilter, always unstable. Until one day I looked more closely, and realized that we had simply become a stool.
And if you don't find what you're looking for?"At Roy's question Addie looked up."Then all I've lost is time.
What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?
People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.
Dylan Jerome," the lawyer admits, "wanted to sue God for not caring enough about him.
Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.
It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.
Being a good mother, it seemed to me, meant you ran the risk of losing your child.
If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?
Everyone knew that if you divided reality by expectation, you got a happiness quotient. But when you invert the equation - expectation divided by reality - you didn't get the opposite of happiness. What you got, Lewis realized, was hope.
Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.
Somewhere along the line, organized religion stopped being about faith, and started being about who had the power to keep the faith. You said that the purpose of religion was to bring people together. But does it, really? Or does it-knowingly, purposefully, and intentionally--break them apart?
I lean against my sister's shoulder. "I thought lightning wasn't supposed to strike in the same place twice.""Sure it does," Izzy tells me. "But only if you're too dumb to move.
males conspicuously leaving their mark to let others know where they weren't welcome.
because in the past words have only driven them apart.
He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable
I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.
If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?
All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.
What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.
The bottom line is that we never fall for the person we're supposed to.
Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.
You don't have to say I love you to say I love you," you said with a shrug. "All you have to do is say my name and I know."..."Can't you hear it?" you said. "When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.
Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.
My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.
What looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.
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 that one minute forever?
A very wise man once told me that you can't look back-you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.
If you're afraid of everyone leaving you, what do you do?"Make them stay."And if you can't do that, or don't know how to?"Ellie shrugged. "I don't know."Yes, you do. In fact, you've done it. You leave first," Coop said, "so you don't have to watch them walk away.
Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.
And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.
Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.
Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.
When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires
No, honestly, my mouth shouldn't be able to function unless my brain's engaged.
I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.
A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon zest instead.
When it rains," her father said "it pours.
But memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.
Since when does anyone get the option to do the easiest?
When you think you're right, you're most likely wrong.
Cara: I used to believe everything my brother told me, because he was older and I figured he knew more about the world. But as it turns out, being a grown-up doesn't mean you're fearless. It just means you fear different things.
But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn’t near you.
Isn’t that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who’s your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night.Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.
I realize that I quite like this girl. It’s not just that she’s so pretty the words fly out of my mind before they can leave my mouth—it’s that when we’re chatting, I feel like I’ve known her all my life.
Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.
Maybe you expected marriage to be perfect - I guess that's where you and I are different. See, I thought it would be all about making mistakes, but doing it with someone who's there to remind you what you learned along the way.
Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.
The truth was, history repeated itself on a daily basis; mistakes were made over and over. People were haunted by what they had done, and by what they hadn't had time to do.
if i'm going to fuck up my life, does it really matter which way i do it?.
Knowledge Strategy Execution
Motivation is a byproduct of action, not the catalyst for it.
Control your thoughts or your thoughts will control you.
Today is a new day. Stop living in the past.
Focus on the step in front of you, not the whole staircase.
You attract what you are, not what you want. If you want great, then be great.
Your goals should scare you a little and excite you a lot.
