Love was a powerful force. It could not be bought. It could not be taken or stolen. Although sometimes it must be fought for, it must be given freely.

Sometimes, even when you start with the last page and you think you know everything, a book finds a way to surprise you.

...Everything in life is what you put into it. And forgiving yourself is the first step. The next one is opening your heart to accept all the goodness that comes your way. To believe you deserve it.

The most uncomfortable situations are what make you stronger.

What no one tells you is that the road to accomplishing your goals isn't a straight line; it looks more like a corn maze. You stopped, you went, you backed up, and took a few wrong turns along the way, but the important thing you had to remember was that there was an exit. Somewhere.

Love isn't an illusion that requires silence to maintain. It only needs our memory of what it was like without each other.

You could only be a fortress for so long, eventually those walls were going to crack from the constant battles. And once they did, when there was a lull in the war, you stepped back, evaluated the damage and then worked on getting those cracks repaired before the next onslaught.

Being a Bitch could be a survival technique. They get respect. There was no honor in people thinking you were a Slut.

We are who we are, and we deserve to be loved for it.