You can't change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you make up a new one.

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

He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away