Like when you scrape your knee and you get a scar, but then the scar fades so much that no one can see it but you. But you know where it is. Cuz you remember what caused it. And no matter how hard you try, you can never forget how bad it hurt when it first happened.

Well, it's nice to have a dream. But it's even nicer when there's a remote possibility of it coming true.

And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over

What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.

The trick is to learn to see with your heart, not with your eyes

We meet the people we’re supposed to when the time is just right.