Today's worries are yesterday's fears and tomorrow's stories.

I’m always thinking about what I’m missing. Even when I’m happy with what I have.

I swear he's just so freaking smoldering, you have to see him." She shakes her head, annoyed that I can't join in on the fun. "He's like combustible!

And I know you've spent a lifetime trying to protect me from the staggering pain of grief that comes from losing the things and the people and the places you allowed yourself to care about--but guess what, Jennika--that's no way to live. As much as it hurts to lose something you love, there's much greater joy in getting to experience it for as long as it lasts.

Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.

You're free to join us, but only if you promise not to stare at the new kid." Miles laughs. "Staring is very rude. Didn't anyone ever tell you that?

...if this Roman dude’s as bad as you say, then why are you lurking outside his store looking all charged and heated like a dog waiting for its owner?