It’s not enough to be friendly. You have to be a friend.
Kinder than is necessary. Because it’s not enough to be kind. One should be kinder than needed.
Whenever there is a conflict between being right and being kind, if possible, choose being kind.
My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.
I won’t describe what I look like. Whatever you’re thinking, it’s probably worse.
Or whatever politically correct spiritual representation of universal goodness you happen to believe in.
That’s how it is in heaven. It’s just love, and no one forgets who they love.
Sometimes you don’t have to mean to hurt someone to hurt someone.
You don’t need your eyes to love. You just feel it inside you.
Middle School is about as bad as it gets, and then it gets better.
You can’t blend in when you were born to stand out.
One mistake does not define you.
There’s a word like overprotective to describe some parents, but no word that means the opposite. What word do you use to describe parents who don’t protect enough? Underprotective? Neglectful? Self-involved? Lame? All of the above.
I eat like a tortoise eats, if you’ve ever seen a tortoise eating. Like some prehistoric swamp thing.
A big sister who cries over being human over you. A gravelly voiced kid who’s friends left him over you. And a pink-haired girl who keeps your picture in her wallet.
Don’t be friends with jerks.
Just follow the day and reach for the sun!
Here’s what I think: the only reason I’m not ordinary is that no one else sees me that way.
Learning who you are is what you’re here to do.
Some things you just can’t explain. You don’t even try. You don’t know where to start. All your sentences would jumble up like a giant knot if you opened your mouth. Any words you used would come out wrong.