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

Happiness is a risk. If you’re not a little scared, then you’re not doing it right.

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

When you know something’s wrong, but you don’t know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.

Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.

I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.

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