Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.
That’s the problem with life. You never get enough time to stare at your ceiling and try to figure out what’s going on.
People are who they are and, try as you might, you cannot make them be what you want them to be.
I believe that a person’s taste in music tells you a lot about them. In some cases, it tells you everything you need to know.
Nobody is so busy that they can’t make time for the people they really care about.
Sometimes you have to give up something you are to get to who you want to be.
What really happened doesn’t matter. What matters is how we agree to remember it.
But you know better than anyone how the Internet sees everything and nothing, all at the same time.
A boy once told me that love without heartbreak is just a pretty myth.
I was smiling like a crazy person because I has just made a hundred people dance, I had just made a hundred people scream, I had just made a hundred people happy. I, Elise, using my own power, had made people happy.
You will learn to love again.
Vanilla and vanilla bean are two different flavors, and vanilla bean is a much more intense experience.
There are dangers everywhere, I wanted to explain to her. On the school bus, in the cafeteria, at Start, inside me. No parent – no one at all – can step in and vanquish every one of them.