I would not know what to say to you, except this: there was never a map that got it all right, and truth and beauty were never married to one another for long.
Reif Larsen, The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet (via quoted-books)
The thing about old friends is not that they love you, but that they know you. They remember that disastrous New Year’s Eve when you mixed White Russians and champagne, and how you wore that red maternity dress until everyone was sick of seeing the blaze of it in the office, and the uncomfortable couch in your first apartment and the smoky stove in your beach rental. They look at you and don’t really think you look older because they’ve grown old along with you, and, like the faded paint in a beloved room, they’re used to the look. And then one of them is gone, and you’ve lost a chunk of yourself.
Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake (via quoted-books)
- grandma: DO YOU WANT AN APPLE
- me: no thanks grandma
- grandma: HERES YOUR APPLE