He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.

Inertia is so easy—don't fix what's not broken. Leave well enough alone. So we end up accepting what is broken, mistaking complaining for action, procrastinating for deliberation.

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.

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

From her dubious tone alone, I could see how Karin had no idea how terrifying words spoken quietly could be. How words chosen precisely to wreak maximum damage ticked like a bomb in your head, but exploded in your heart hours later, leaving you scarred and changed.

Jolie laide = "pretty ugly" Draws you to it...bored into heart and mind.