She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.

People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

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

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.