Sometimes the picture someone else paints of us is a more accurate portrayal than a reflection. What we see in the mirror is always reversed. A portrait not only allows us to see our own faces, but how it looks to others.

There is so much freedom in not having to choose.

It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.

It’s okay to struggle to find our place in this world and the person who will take us for who and what we are. Sometimes we dress ourselves in layers that only get peeled away in the end, to leave us as we should be.

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.

You know what they say. Best revenge is looking good, right?

I looked at the cards in my hand, the queen of hearts nestled between the king of clubs and the king of spades. No wonder she was smiling.