Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

No mother. Two small words, and yet within them lay a bottomless well of pain and loss, a ceaseless mourning for touches that were never received and words of wisdom that were never spoken. No single word was big enough to adequately describe the loss of your mother.

It's not a date. I bought my own drink and I didn't shave my legs.

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

I am such a Pacific Northwest girl.

Of course you can fall in love. You just have to let yourself. They don't call it falling for nothing. -Kate

Oh, Mia. You haven’t even begun to find out who you really are, and, believe me, other boys are going to fall in love with you. If a guy can’t see how special you are, he isn’t good enough for you.