Charles Martin

She used humor to ward off the pain. I'd seen other people do it. Usually something in their past had emotionally wounded them, and so they used humor or sarcasm to mask it. Take their mind off it.

Putting one foot in front of the other.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but if you want to hurt someone... way down deep, use words.

I had to let her go. She's not coming back. The distance is too great. The mountain between us is the one mountain I cannot climb.

Being lost with you is better than being found and alone.

Once a heart breaks... it doesn’t just grow back. It’s not a lizard’s tail. It’s more like a huge stained glass that shattered into a million pieces, and it’s not going back together. Least not the way it was. You can mush it all into one piece, but that doesn’t make it a window. That makes it a pile of broken colored glass. Shattered hearts don’t mend and they don’t heal. They just don’t work that way.

And every minute that passed would feel like an hour. Waiting for somebody does that. It turns minutes to hours, hours to days, and days to several lifetimes.

This... living with a broken heart is living half dead, and that doesn’t mean you’re half alive. It means you’re half dead. And... that’s no way to live.

There is always a chance.

Sugarcoating it won't get us out of here any faster.

Like a word you say over and over until you're only hearing what it sounds like and you've forgotten what it means.

I have three addictions. Running. Mountains. And good hot coffee. And not necessarily in that order.

Laughter can heal the hurt places.

Loving somebody gets better the more you do it.

Darkness does that. It speaks fears that, left alone, remain unspoken, yet real.

It's amazing what we value when we're at our lowest.