I think that's the moment when we all grow up, when we stop blaming our parents for the messes we've made out of our lives and start owning the consequences of our actions. — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“When they’re small, they’re part of you, on you in bed, showering with you, climbing onto your lap, holding on to your leg. Slowly,… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“We hate our parents for having their own lives, don’t we, for making decisions for themselves that don’t seem to take us into account.… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“Depression is not dramatic, but it is total. It’s sneaky - you almost don’t notice it at first. Like a cat burglar, it comes in through an open window while you’re sleeping. It takes little things at first; your appetite, your desire to return phone calls. Then it comes back for the big stuff, like your will to live. Then… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
“...in the end it's not just the big and small events that make you who you are, make your life what it is, it's… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it. — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“We have more patience for girls who act like boys than boys who act like girls. A tomboy is considered cute. One day she’ll shuck her muddy jeans and put on a dress, and everyone will gasp at her beauty. They’ll all laugh about her tree-climbing, frog-catching days. But there’s no such tolerance for the boy who puts on a… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
Writers are first and foremost observers. We lose ourselves in the watching and then the telling of the world we find. Often we feel… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away. And that this was a truth of life, not an illusion in the grieving mind of a child. Everything that is hard and heavy in your world is made up of billions of molecules in constant… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
Of course, like all organic processes, there is an ebb and a flow to writing. One does not exist without the other. The writer… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. Thats why you cant fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it.… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
