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.

It's always nervewracking to put yourself out there. But it's the root of joy.

She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how he kept loving her blindly when she deserved it so little.

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

People sometimes talk about the power of first impressions, and believe me, there is truth to it.

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

She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits and blinded by the whole. She wanted him to see her whole and not in pieces. She had hopes that were hard to satisfy.