Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.
Sarah DessenNo relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.
Sarah DessenSo say Iโm your mom.' 'What?' I said. 'Iโm your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.' I could feel myself blushing. 'I canโt do that,' I said. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think Iโm not a good role-player?' 'No,' I said. 'Itโs justโ' 'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.' I just looked at him. 'I justโฆ Itโs weird.' 'No, itโs hard. But not impossible. Just try it.' A week earlier, I hadnโt even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily.
Sarah DessenShe fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.
Sarah DessenLook. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you." You said the other day life was long," I shot back. "Which is it?" It's both," she said, shrugging. "It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like forever, always changing." Nothing can be two opposite things at once," I said. "It's impossible." No," she replied, squeezing my hand, "what's impossible is that we actually think it could be anything OTHER than that.
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