When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.

She laughed, and the sound was so melodic that I knew I wanted to hear it again.

You're a wonderful person, Jamie. You're beautiful, you're kind, you're gentle...you're everything that I'd like to be. If people don't like you, or they think you're strange, then that's their problem.

The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.

And if you think that you're showing your love to Catherine by suffering the way you've been doing, then somewhere along the way, I must have messed up in raising you." "You didn't mess up...." "I must have. Because when I look at you, I see myself, and to be honest, I'd rather see someone different. I'd like to see someone who learned that it's okay to go on, that it's okay to find someone that can make you happy. But right now, it's like I'm looking in the mirror and seeing myself twenty years ago.

It took strength to hold on to inner passion, and Noah had done that.

I steeled myself to focus only on the present yet remain alert to what might come next.