and the boy's eyes are searching hers with something like loneliness, like the very last thing he wants is to be left behind right now.

Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?

Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.

He looks at her and smiles. "You're sort of dangerous, you know?" She stares at him. "Me?" "Yeah, " he says sitting back. "I'm way too honest with you.

Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do?

People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.

Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?

Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers.

There's always a gap between the burn and the sting of it, the pain and the realization...You can't survive a rift that big without it leaving a mark.

She couldn't ignore the disjointed sensation that they were now two different pieces of two puzzles, and nothing in the world could make them fit together again.

The important part is that you had someone to stick by you all that time. Even when everything sucked.

Today I choose to be kind to all and to do all I can to make this world peaceful.

For me, writing is just as much a choice as breathing. I can quit anytime I want, but not starting again would prove fatal.

I would remind you that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice! And let me remind you also that moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.

With kids, they don't do what you want them to do when you want them to do it. Organizations don't necessarily, either. You've got to listen. You've got to learn how to influence.

Perseverance can lend the appearance of dignity and grandeur to many actions, just as silence in company affords wisdom and apparent intelligence to a stupid person.

If you want to make life easy, make it hard.

Old maids sweeten their tea with scandal.

I had to go. A spirit in my feet said 'go,' and I went.

It’s Adria’s face I see when I think of home.

In my book, all manners are is thinking of somebody else.