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You can't change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you make up a new one.
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You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?
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Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.
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After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end.
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When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.
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Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.
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She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.
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People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.
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People always say life is too short for regrets. But the truth is, it's too long.
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People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.
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The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.
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We have history, you and I. You just don’t know it yet.
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The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.
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Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.
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When someone needs help, you help. Right?
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Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.
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Superstitions are man's way of trying to control things he has no control over.
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When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.
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Magic is what we invent when we want something we think we cant have.
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Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.
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If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.
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Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.
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That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.
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...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.