She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

When your about to criticize someone walk a mile in thier shoes, that way when you criticize them you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes

Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison.

Everything good requires sacrifices.

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

Shy” was the sympathetic interpretation she got from older people. “Snotty” was the interpretation she got from people her own age.

Your problem isn't the problem, it's your attitude about the problem.