Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.

Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.

it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets

We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.

There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.