And yeah, it got better. My stomach eventually went back to normal. I didn’t cry every day. But my heart. My heart will always be broken.

And I just think that if you believe in something and you want it so much and you're not hurting anyone else, you have to go for it. Which sometimes means taking a risk, even if it's scary. But the thing you want most to happen doesn't stand a chance unless you give it one.

If you have to explain about how something's supposed to feel, it takes away all the magic.

She's not going to let go until she sees for herself that there's nothing left to hold on to.

How could something that felt so right actually be so wrong?

The huge problems we deal with every day are actually really small. We’re so focused on what bothers us that we don’t even try to see our lives from a clearer perspective.

Your life can end in a flash before you even have time to know it’s over. There is no safe. There is no control.