I forgive nothing. If you stole my orange crayon in the fifth grade, you're still on my hit list, buddy. — Jonathan Carroll Copy Share Image
At the end of their relationship she asked if they could still remain friends. His face stayed expressionless until he said "No. Because we put friends in boxes. You see them once in a while, or even a lot, but… — Jonathan Carroll Copy Share Image
I have never heard anyone say This is it. I know right now is the high point of my life. It will never get… — Jonathan Carroll Copy Share Image
“One of the most terrible losses man endures in his lifetime is not even noticed by most people, much less mourned. Which is astonishing,… — Jonathan Carroll Copy Share Image
Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child's smile, and a cup of excellent coffee. — Jonathan Carroll Copy Share Image
“One of the reasons why I liked living in Manhattan was that the city would share your mood the moment you walked out the… — Jonathan Carroll Copy Share Image
Kids own nothing. Everything is either promised, borrowed, longed for or exaggerated. — Jonathan Carroll Copy Share Image
Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater… — Jonathan Carroll Copy Share Image
Everyone coming out of a perfume store is smelling the back of their hand. — Jonathan Carroll Copy Share Image
Buying a pair of shoes is one of the most optimistic acts I know, next to falling in love. I like nothing better than… — Jonathan Carroll Copy Share Image
