The way two people can end up in the same place, find each other in a crowd, and change their lives and the lives of the people around them forever... It makes you believe in fate. And fate gives love some authority. Like it's been stamped with approval from above, if you believe in above. A godly green light. Some destined significance.

It's shocking the things we call love.

Maybe a person's world can grow bigger in all the right ways, not too wide that it becomes shallow, just large enough to preserve its depth.

I finally learned that it was all right to say something wasn’t working for me when it wasn’t working. The world doesn’t come crashing down when you speak the truth.

Most of our parents wanted the best for us, I knew, but we also wanted the best for them.

Things that came apart could be put together again, but never exactly the same.

We're as good at talking ourselves out of fear as into it, aren't we? Maybe better.