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

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

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.

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.

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

Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.

I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys to dances?