If there was one thing I refused to be, it was an insignificant footnote in some boy's history.

Physical beauty wasn't the same as True Beauty, any more than pretty ugly meant truly ugly or Magnetic North meant True North.

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

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

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.

The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here for you. If a girl wasn't careful, she could fall in love with a touch like that.

You don't need a geochache for this one." "You don't, huh?" "Nope.. here I am. Here I am.