He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.

After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end.

She sometimes thought she was going crazy. Her first thought when she woke up was always how to get him out of her thoughts. And she would keep watch, hoping to see him next door, while plotting ways to never have to see him again.

When you have to do something, you have to do it. Putting it off only makes it worse. Believe me, I know.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.

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.