- Oprah: Your definition of God?
- Rob Bell: Like a song you hear in another room and you think, "boy, that sounds beautiful but I can only hear a little bit." So you start opening doors and rearranging furniture because you have to get in that room and hear that song and when you get in, you find the knobs and you turn them all the way to the right because you think, "I have to hear more of that." And then you open the windows because you want the people in the next houses to hear.
"It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling."
"You’re the kind of girl people read about in fairy tales."
"I don’t want to be a princess. I don’t need saving."
He cocked his head to the side and considered me for a second. I could feel his eyes on me and I looked up to meet his gaze only to look away again. Those grey pools bore into me and I shrugged the shivers off.
"You’re not a princess." He began, "you’re the side character who nobody ever gives a second thought to. You’re the friend who takes the fall; the companion who’s always second best; the under-appreciated, forgotten character. You’re softly spoken yet always opinionated."
He sat down in front of me and lifted my chin so our eyes met. I shook my head and he paused.
"You act so strong, so on top of everything. You’re the girl who no one knows even though they think they do."
And then he kissed me and my heart flipped.
"You’re the girl authors dream of. You’re the symbol whose so understated only the select few understand. I would never demean you by comparing you to a princess.""
do not think about your crush in an old sweatshirt with scruffy hair and a sleepy smile ok dont think about them humming to themselves as they make breakfast in this attire ok dont think about how the light hits them as they sit down across from you and eat breakfast ok just dONT