“Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy. Nobody wants to admit it. We'd all declare we want to be happy, if we could. So why, then, is pain the one thing we most often hold on to? Why are slights and griefs the memories on which we choose to dwell? Is it because joy doesn't last but grief does?” IfsWantTryingDoeSometimesPainLastsJoyMemoriesGriefOne ThingComfortGrantsWant To Be Happy Author:Megan Hart
“Sometimes,” Joe said after a bit, “it’s just easier to keep being what everyone expects you to be. Even if that’s what you’re not, anymore.” IfsSaidSometimesBitsEasier Author:Megan Hart
“Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.” YearsSaidSometimesMillionsBrokenFixed Author:Megan Hart
“Sometimes, you turn back. Sometimes, you walk away. And sometimes, you find the place you're meant to be, and you stay there. You find a way to make it work. Whatever it takes.” WaySometimesTurnsWalksMeant To BeWhatever It Takes Author:Megan Hart
“But sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.” SometimesBigsBlackShadowSunshine Author:Megan Hart
“There are many things I don't know, but quite a few I do. I know you can't be lost if you know where you are. I know that life is full of precious and fragile things, and not all of them are pretty. I know that the sun follows the moon and makes days, one after another. Time passes. The world turns, and we turn with it, and though we can never go back to the beginning, sometimes, we can start again.” IfsKnowsWorldSometimesLife IsTurnsLostSunMoonWhere You AreFragileTime PassesAnother TimeFragile Things Author:Megan Hart
“Sometimes when things break, you can hold them together for a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold what’s broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be missing. I flew apart. I broke. I shattered like a crystal vase dropped on a concrete floor, and pieces of me scattered all over. Some of them I was glad to see go. Some I never wanted to see again.” ThinkingTwoSometimesMightAbleWantedTogetherBreakPiecesMissingBrokenGladBrokeStringsConcreteTapeCrystalsFlewShatteredGlueVases Author:Megan Hart
“It’s okay to struggle to find our place in this world and the person who will take us for who and what we are. Sometimes we dress ourselves in layers that only get peeled away in the end, to leave us as we should be.” WorldShouldPersonsEndsSometimesStruggleThis WorldOkayDressesLayers Author:Megan Hart
“Choices. We all make them, sometimes more than once. Sometimes it's the choices we make over and over that define us, but more often it's the choices we don't make.” SometimesChoices Author:Megan Hart
“Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy.” TryingSometimesJoyGriefComfortGrants Author:Megan Hart
“Perfection is too high a goal to strive for. Sometimes working hard brings more satisfaction in the end.” EndsSometimesHardGoalPerfectionStriveSatisfaction Author:Megan Hart
“Sometimes the picture someone else paints of us is a more accurate portrayal than a reflection. What we see in the mirror is always reversed. A portrait not only allows us to see our own faces, but how it looks to others.” LooksSometimesFacesReflectionMirrorsPaintAccuratePortraitsPortrayal Author:Megan Hart
