818 Quotes About Coming-of-age

Life is like a math equation,” he used to say. “It’s up to you to find the most beautiful solution.

My love says I am not a fool but I will play dumb for you. He tells me sweet nothings and calls only on the weekends. On Mondays I find our love in a bottle. On Tuesdays it clouds a Joint. He texts to confirm plans.Tells me to shave downstairs for next time.And I listen. Because I am young. Naïve.A little bit desperate and kind of hungry.There is this way he almost loves me.It's never enough but I always stay.

It's the nature of our specialty: nothing can be explained. One can only achieve understanding on one's own. You are a command, a part of the Speech of Creation. A load-bearing structure. I told you once you were a projection. Remember? Here it is: You are a projection of the Word that is destined to reverberate. And every day you get closer to the original. You are a foundation upon which an entire universe can be built. And this cannot be explained, Sasha, it can only be understood.

We didn’t talk much. The things I’d needed to say before didn’t matter anymore and what mattered now was too hard to hear. So Jamie didn’t tell me he’d be gone before Christmas, or that I was the first girl he ever loved. I didn’t tell him I had wanted it to be him all along, or that he was my first everything. Instead, we sat shivering and holding hands, and let ourselves believe we were lucky just a little while longer.

It might be awkward and difficult at first, but if you're willing to take the risk, the rewards are beyond your wildest dreams

Lately I’d been wondering what piece Mum took with her when she died, and I’d been thinking about the Winnie I would have been if she hadn’t.

No tie is as strong as family, making it the hardest one to break.

The hefty gang adored Big Nana: She was expressive and affectionate and bold, blustery and showy around them, applauding their girths and glutinous ways at the table. She pinched their cheeks and butts, other fleshy body parts, squeezed them to the edge of respiratory failure, kidded them about the pudgy Sicilian girls, and gave them hell for not fattening me up. They were well aware of what she did to Scarface.

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