If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.

Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.

It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.

When you have to do something, you have to do it. Putting it off only makes it worse. Believe me, I know.

To think, after all this time, after all the searching and all the waiting, after all the regret and the time she'd spent away, she came back to find that happiness was right where she's left it. On a football field in Mullaby, North Carolina. Waiting for her.