Books are the most tolerant of friends.

I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.

We can spend our days bemoaning our losses, or we can grow from them. Ultimately the choice is ours. We can be victims of circumstance or masters of our own fate, but make no mistake, we cannot be both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288

Leah taught me that the greatest secret of life is that we find exactly what we're looking for. In spite of what happens to us, ultimately we decide whether our lives are good or bad, ugly or beautiful.

I've come to know that what we want in life is the greatest indication of who we really are (p. 331).

Without great mountains we cannot reach great heights.

It was the first time that I had ever been romantically kissed. It was even better than the chocolate cake.