When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.
I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.
I've never seen you hide from anyone before. He must do something crazy to you.
She'd fallen into the best part of her past.
Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.
It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.