I have a tendency to embellish: I think it's a weakness of fiction writers. Once you know how to make a story better, it's hard not to do it all the time.
Because it is so hard, in any life, to believe in what you can’t fully understand.
It's harder that in looks," I told him when I finally got back in the car. "Most things are,
It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.
Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.
Harder to get in than out, like so little else.
The first boy was always the hardest.
You don't have to make things harder then they have to be just to prove a point.
As if it didnt matter what was on, but instead how hard i was listening.
I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.
Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.