So who is better off, those who share love long enough to see which parts inevitably fade or those who lose their… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
I've known people whose faces rested naturally in a smile and I'm certain their lives were much different because of that. — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
“I noticed how the band members watched her and how she made them smile and I realized that she was the kind of person… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
Maybe what life needs is a good soundtrack, especially during the long stretches when nothing interesting is being said. A soundtrack might dignify things… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
“Completely alive. I thought abut what she meant by that; about all the joy and wonder and passion that had slipped from her fingers.” — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
“Maybe our relationships--love--can save us, at least enough so that our lives are finally worthwhile, even with all the rotten misery and dying.” — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
“What I remember most is the searing sensation of looking into her eyes for the first time,eyes that would hunt me for the rest… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
“But to find it and touch it and hold it! What relief, if only briefly, until love wears off or slips through our hands.… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
“Our lives feel fuller when we can weave them into stories, even if not all the stories are true and even if we are… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
“I often wondered why men will risk almost certain death in an attempt to save other men. I decided it was because men will… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
Books aren’t just my defenses, the sandbags I use to fortify my position; they are also the building blocks of my soul, and I… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
“Was [her] life really better than most, or did she appreciate it more or just remember it differently? I suspect she remembers it differently,… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
“The air was unusually warm and humid and I wondered if everyone else associated that sensation with childhood, with bare feet and wet grass… — Jonathan Hull Copy Share Image
