We all have secrets, Rowen. Every last person on the planet. And you know what else? We all experience the same kinds of things. We just go through them at different times and to different degrees.
I’m fool hearted enough to believe love can conquer all.
The hard part is finding someone we trust enough to open up to. That person we’re not afraid to let into the darkest parts of our world.
I don’t believe in fairy tales. I believe in making my own damn tale.
He knew that the core of my doubts when it came to Jesse and me was that I didn’t deserve him. That I was the lack to his luster. That I was the coal to his diamond. That I was the nothing special to his everything special.
Caring for someone is scary, because you both know how it feels to lose someone in the span of a heartbeat.
Every morning we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part, honey.
Don’t underestimate the power of the nonverbal. You’d be amazed how many people come in for interviews with poor posture, weak handshakes, and blank stares.
Jude wasn’t just my first love. He was my forever love.
We will all, at some point in our lives, fall. Every single one of us. We shouldn’t spend our time trying to avoid falling. We should spend it finding someone who will help us up!
I try to keep the happy memories. If that’s what you call selective memories, I’m good with that.
A lower-paying job can still help you advance your career.
I’d discovered another of life’s cliches by being with jude: the happier you are in life, the faster it passes you by.
We shouldn’t get hung up on the questions we can’t answer because life, by definition, is confusing. We’re never going to have all the answers. Never. We should focus on the questions we can answer and make peace with the ones we can’t.
Wealth can be created. Wit and intelligence can’t.
Freelance isn’t for everyone – you’ve got to be aggressive and enjoy working alone. But you could make more money than you ever imagined.
The few things I’d sacrificed, or put on hold, to be with my husband and baby were worth it.
My life wasn’t how I planned it would be. It wasn’t even close. It was a thousand times better.
Black absorbs all color, accepts them, takes them into it and let them define it. Gray isn’t anything but itself. It absorbs nothing but itself.
If you say you’re going to trust your man, then trust your man. Don’t revoke that privilege when he needs it most.
Ease my suffering. Make me the happiest, most tortured man in the world. Marry me?