The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

When she looked in the mirror these days, she saw someone she didn't recognize...She saw an old woman trying to be beautiful, her skin dry and her wrinkles like cracks. She looked like a very well-dressed winter apple.

Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.

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

Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.