I chose and my world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken; the choosing was not. You have to move on.
I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy or maybe a girl with gentle lips and strong hands.
—Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls (via larmoyante)
I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
—The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)