I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for.

I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count

It's harder to appreciate what you don't have to look hard to find.

People screw up, you know. You shouldn't hold it against them. You shouldn't expect everyone to know everything you're thinking about or not getting from them. It doesn't mean they don't love you. They just screwed up.

Belief isn't supposed to make sense, at least not all the time. In that, it finds its power. It gets to creep up on you and carry you forward. Until you can carry yourself again.

You can't finish the things you weren't supposed to start.

Sometimes you don't know it. What you have been waiting your whole life for. You don't know until it is happening.