That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

You can't change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you make up a new one.

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.

Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.

Happiness is a risk. If you’re not a little scared, then you’re not doing it right.

People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.