If Jacob was right and clothes were costumes and makeup a mask, then our attitudes and habits must be our shields.

Beauty—real everlasting beauty—lives not on our faces, but in our attitude and our actions. It lives in what we do for ourselves and for others.

Silence, too, can be torture.

What was so miraculous about a relationship that was based more on my gratitude than on mutual self respect?

[True beauty] seeps into you. It doesn't make you forget yourself, but totally the opposite. It connects you with everything and fills you with awe that you share the same space with something that glorious. Like a sunrise or a clear blue day or the most extraordinary piece of glass. And then suddenly...you have this epiphany that there's more to the world than just you and what you want or even who you are.

Maybe getting around in life was nothing but map-reading. A skill that required practice. A key to unlock where you wanted to go. A legend to show where you were.

You know, there are easier ways to meet a guy than to run him over.