A lot of things are yours, America.
I pranced around the room like a blind moose, but what I lacked in grace I made up for in effort.
I know there was a time, when our country was new, when the assignment of these numbers helped organize something that was on the brink of not existing. But we are no longer that country. We are so much more now.
I’m not sure anyone knows what they’re looking for until they find it.
In those seconds, I was mourning everything I’d lost. How I’d never get to see you walk down an aisle toward me, how I’d never get to see your face in our children, how I’d never get to see streaks of silver in your hair. But, at the same time, I couldn’t be bothered. If me dying meant you living, how could that be anything but good?
I only have one heart, and I’m saving it.
You can be brave and still be feminine. You can lead and still love flowers. Most importantly, you can be queen and still be a bride.
Maybe it’s not the first kisses that are supposed to be special. Maybe it’s the last ones.
I’m smart and beautiful and strong. I don’t need to be rescued.
Books were a safe place, a world apart from my own. No matter what had happened that day, that year, there was always a story in which someone overcame their darkest hour. I wasn’t alone.
This is a dandelion, ” I told him. He shrugged. “I know. Some see a weed; some see a flower. Perspective.
Fun math is an oxymoron.
You have to embrace the idea of imperfection, even if the thing that is most perfect for you.
I kept thinking that I couldn’t live my life for other people, that love was nothing but chains. And maybe it was, but so help me, I needed these chains.
Beauty is subjective. You know how sometimes what makes a person attractive is the way they make you laugh or how it seems like they can read your mind?
When you know who matters most to you, giving things up, even yourself, doesn’t really feel like a sacrifice.
There’s always room for love. Even if it’s as small as a crack in the door.
You have to do whatever it takes to be with the person you love.
And I want us to find our own thing or maybe find out that our own thing is everything, because I feel like if I have him, even the stupid stuff would matter.
But the truth is, love is as much fate as it is planning, as much a beauty as it is a disaster. Finding.