Her eyes were those of someone who's just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push.

Love is the kind of thing that's already happening by the time you notice it, that's how it works, and no matter how old you get, that doesn't change. Except that you can break it up into two entirely distinct types -- love where there's an end in sight and love where there isn't.

I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

People aren't overcome by situations or outside forces. Defeat comes from within.

If you don’t say what you’re thinking, you end up lying when you really need to speak up.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.