But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts.

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

Sometimes when things break, you can hold them together for a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold what’s broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be missing. I flew apart. I broke. I shattered like a crystal vase dropped on a concrete floor, and pieces of me scattered all over. Some of them I was glad to see go. Some I never wanted to see again.

When everything changes we learn who we really are. What’s really important. What we want most. We discover the truth in moments of disarray.

You can't hurt someone who doesn't care about you.

Sometimes, you turn back. Sometimes, you walk away. And sometimes, you find the place you're meant to be, and you stay there. You find a way to make it work. Whatever it takes.

I've done my best to drive you away, Sadie," he said suddenly. "But you've never left me.