I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.

Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.

No one should ever compromise the dignity of another human being.

It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.

But relying on one person for your every need is so dangerous. One set of hands isn't enough to keep you from falling.

He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.