But one thing she [Rachel] did believe in was love. She believed that you could smell it, that you could taste it, that it could change the entire course of your life.

When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.

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

We have history, you and I. You just don’t know it yet.

Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.

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

There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.