“Loving him was honest, sky blushed pink, hair stiff with salt as we raced down the beach. At fourteen, he said, “Hurting you won’t ever be my way of fixing me.” He meant it.” — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“Funny how perfection can mean a million things. Tonight, it’s a boy and supermarket salads, the air tasting of salt and second chances, and a butterfly feeling in my chest.” — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“There comes a moment when we must choose how we’re going to love someone. Some forms of love leave a sweet memory once they’re… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“Perhaps we never stop loving someone. We just learn to move forward. To live without them because of them. Perhaps we let go to… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“Men tend to treat women as fragile creatures, but our bodies were built to withstand pain and hard work, think with profound insight. We… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“I twist and pin my hair at the nape of my neck, and then stand with legs wide. It’s what Nash told me to… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“Welcome to the apocalypse. Where make-do is a motto and life seems wrong, out-of-place. Where the weak become strong because they have no other… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“GOOD shouldn’t be used to describe a girl in any way. There are good books, good food, but not good girls.” — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“I’d rather not know what lies ahead because I like the dark. I like thinking there is something good in the places I can’t… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“What does a freelance researcher do?” “Researches things.” He winks at me and helps lift my bike onto a cobblestone walkway. “It’s not an… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“If a child falls and scrapes his knee, he does not say, “At least I didn’t break my leg.” He cries because pain causes… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“It wouldn’t be very ladylike to punch a guy in the balls, but it isn’t very manlike to harass a woman because she has… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“You see the world for what it is and what it could be,” Jack says. “What you don’t see is the gaping chasm in… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
“I know who you are,” Jack whispers. “I’ve always known you.” His hands glide up my arms, from the angles of my wrists to… — Caroline George Copy Share Image
