Disaster was an avalanche, gathering speed with such acceleration that you worried more about getting out of its path, not finding the pebble at its center.

The cost of growth is always a small act of violence.

True love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, 'You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.' It's saying, 'You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.

Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late that we've wounded the people we are trying to protect.

My mother... She is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.