Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it's so fleeting

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

I don't want to fall. All I want to do is stand on solid ground.

I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else. I will never feel the pressure of peers or the burden of parental expectation. I can view everyone as pieces of a whole, and focus on the whole, not the pieces. I have learned to observe, far better than most people observe. I am not blinded by the past or motivated by the future. I focus on the present because that is where I am destined to live.

Self-esteem can be so exhausting. I want to cut my hair, change my clothes, erase the pimple from the near-tip of my nose, and strengthen my upper-arm definition, all in the next hour.

I'm not a very happy person," I told him."But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.

Someday your prince will come," I assure him. "And the first thing I'm going to say to him is, 'What took you so long?