Scars are proof we can can survive

Tears disturb and confuse men, but women know the relief they can bring. I didn't cry because I couldn't deal with my life, but because I could.

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

Choices. We all make them, sometimes more than once. Sometimes it's the choices we make over and over that define us, but more often it's the choices we don't make.

They’re like sharks. Circling. Cute, single guy, good job, nice car. It’s all they know about me.” His tone was light but his expression serious. Maybe that’s because it’s all you show them.” Maybe it’s all they want to see.

There is so much freedom in not having to choose.

Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.