Maybe mothers - consciously or subconsciously - repelled their daughters in different ways.

Just because fate had thrown another obstacle in my way didn't mean I had to give up my dreams.

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

Choices are funny things-ask a native tribe that's eaten grubs and roots forever if they're unhappy, and they'll shrug. But give them filet mignon and truffle sauce and then ask them to go back to living off the land, and they will always be thinking of that gourmet meal. If you don't know there's an alternative, you can't miss it.

Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.

They don't really pay attention to me, except when they need my blood or something. I wouldn't even be alive, if it wasn't for Kate being sick.