“Sometimes sentiments were better left in song.”
“Talking with her was like listening to a ballad on a radio station that fades in and out as you drive, sometimes clear and sentimental and tuned perfectly to the passing land, sometimes filled with static, lost, a song played too many times.”
“Sometimes some things are better left questioned.”
“Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.”
“Healing wasn’t always the best thing. Sometimes a hole was better left open. Sometimes it healed too thick and too well and left separate pieces fused and incompetent. And it was harder to reopen after that.”
“Some secrets, she thought, were better told; some were better left the burden of the carrier, that they might not cause pain to others.”