You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.

I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of terrible harm. I'm scared to be this happy. I'm scared to be this extreme.

You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.

And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love

Love yourself and your friends unconditionally .

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.