If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds.
You could only save someone that wanted to be saved; otherwise, you'd be be dragged down for the count, too.
Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.
Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.
...as it turned out, growing up was just as she'd feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and realized you had someone else's thoughts in your head... or may be just your old ones, minus the hope.
a public persona that might be different from what we truly feel inside... everyone wonders if they are good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, no matter how old they are. It is an archetypical moral dilemma - Do you act like yourself and risk becoming an outcast?