He’s not your typical prince, more like a square peg in a round hole, kind of like me. He’s the sort of guy who wouldn’t mind reading side by side on a date.

People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.

There's always going to be bad stuff out there. But here's the amazing thing -- light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light.

I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

You’ll tell yourself anything you have to, to pretend that you’re still the one in control.

An item that looks perfectly normal on the surface might only be disguised.