Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?

All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return.

I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.

Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.

There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.

It makes Faith think of a hammock in their yard, a web of rope that she thought would unravel the first time she leaned back on it, but that managed to support her all the same.