How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.

But that would leave Paxton to fend for herself, and the last thing any woman wanted in this kind of situation was to look around and see all the people who could help her doing nothing.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.