That's the thing about someone who rarely gets upset: when they do, you notice.

It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.

nothing is guaranteed.... So don't be afraid. Be alive.

I looked at the sweatshirt again. "'You swim' is a philosophy?" He shrugged. "Better than 'you sink', right?

You're wrong," I told her. "I lost that faith a long time ago." She looked at me as I said this, an expression of quiet understanding on her face. "Maybe you didn't, though," she said softly. "Lose it, I mean." "Lissa." "No, just hear me out." She looked out at the road for a second, then back at me. "Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.

It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.

I wanted to be somewhere else ... Someplace where the sight of me sobbing would tie me to no one and no one to me.