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.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

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

That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.

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.

He didn't think he belonged here, so she was making him face some uncomfortable facts. People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?