Stop yelling. If everyone’s yelling, no one can be heard.

Every heart is made of stories.

I love you, too... I won't ever leave you again. I promise. I kept that promise. For love him I did. For nearly two years I spent almost every waking hour with him. Until he was taken from me. But I never left him. And I never will.

She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.

...Listen to your own thoughts and feelings very carefully, be aware of your observations, and learn to value them. When you're a teenager—and even when you're older—lots of people will try to tell you what to think and feel. Try to stand still inside all of that and hear your own voice. It's yours and only yours, it's unique and worth of your attention, and if you cultivate it properly, it might just make you a writer.

I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?