Wear them, they will make you brave.

She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.

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

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.

She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.