The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.

I vow... "to not let the back & forth of forgiveness interrupt the steadiness of love.

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

In the two months I had also dated Justin Fellowes, this guy in my Spanish class, though after three weeks we decided we should "see other people," which in my case was a joke, but it beat hearing him remark on everything I ate. 'I don't know why girls are always on a diet,' he'd say when I ordered a Diet Coke, and 'You should watch your starch intake' when I had a muffin.

Hurt is a weapon. Better weapon than most because it doesn't look like one.

A lot of life is just surviving what happens.

Sometimes you've got to make a mess before you clean it up.