Potent quotables
I’m not sure there is a feeling quite like finding out that you make the person who makes you nervous, nervous.
I cried for a half hour because I couldn’t believe I could love a dog so much.
“Yeah,” I say. “I’m fine.” It’s not the full truth, exactly. But it’s much less of a lie than it used to be.
Sometimes you need to go get coffee more than you actually need coffee. And this is one of those times.
Isn’t it nice, once you’ve outgrown the ideas of what life should be and you just enjoy what it is?
Who’s to say mine won’t work just because it doesn’t look like yours?”
I’ve come to realize that resentment is malignant. That it starts small and festers. That it grows wild and unfettered inside of you until it’s so expansive that it has worked its way into the furthest, deepest parts of you and holds on for dear life.
Maybe it doesn’t matter if you need someone during the everyday moments of your life. Maybe what matters is that when you need someone, they are the one you need. Maybe needing someone isn’t about not being able to do it without them. Maybe needing someone is about it being easier if they are by your side.
You have that someone. That’s all I’ve been trying to say. Don’t give up on him just because he bores you. Or doesn’t pick up his socks.
Why do we do this? Why do we undervalue things when we have them? Why is it only on the verge of losing something that we see how much we need it?