Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

She'd always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.

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