We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.

Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.

So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.