Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?
If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
Sometimes, when you don't ask questions, it's not because you are afraid that someone will lie to your face. It's because you're afraid they'll tell you the truth.
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.
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?
I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.
- Quotes by Jodi Picoult
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