I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.

The present no matter what I brought couldn’t change the past. The Past was set and sealed.

A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long over, it still consumed her year after year. It was a tangled hairball of feelings and she couldn't pull forth any one strand.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.

Polly was pretty good at dieting, all right, but she was beginning to wonder whether you ever lost the parts of your self that you wanted to lose.

Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile