This isn't a lie, actually. I don't care why Edward left. All I really want to know is why I wasn't enough to make him stay.

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.

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

I don't know what I was thinking, coming out here. There are no silver bullets in life, there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug youself.

There's got to be a moment when that baby [flying] squirrel looks from the end of one branch to the tree six feet away and thinks twice about making a leap. Falling in love is no different; it's the moment that we close our eyes and throw away everything that seems reasonable and hope to God there's someone or something waiting to catch us on the other side.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.