Betrayal was a stone beneath the mattress of the bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?
It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it’s there.
don't say it. don't tell me that nobody's going to stare at me, because they will. don't tell me it doesn't matter, because it does. and don't tell me i look fine because that's a lie.
Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?" I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?
Unlike Elise, who could discover parts of a person they didn't even know were absent, you specialized in tangible, but that, I feared, was only a matter of time.
No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it's a miracle.
No matter how much you consumed, you would not have your fill.
Love is not a because, it's a no matter what.
I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?
Be kind to others before you take care of yourself; make whoever you're with feel like they matter.
What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the person you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you'd thought?
Dark matter has a gravitation effect on other objects. You can't see it, you can't feel it, but you can watch something being pulled in its direction.
It does'nt matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.
Polar north can't get away from a magnet; the magnet finds it, no matter what.
Where you come from does matter -- but not nearly as much as where you are headed.
Sometimes, all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.