Don't let anyone take care of you. Can you maybe leave that for me to do? I mean, take care of you? Feel free to take care of me in return... because I think I'll need you to do that.

What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.

I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.

It's like you have a plan and someone comes along and makes you want to change it all, but you still like your first plan, no matter how fantastic the second one makes you feel.

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

Someone suddenly had direct, unabashed access to my heart.

Everything is unfolding perfectly. As this perfection unfolds, I learn and grow and become all I'm becoming.

We've gotten so much as a result of the changes. Part of our responsibility is to give something back to the game and the girls who are just starting to play.

You were supposed to empathize with your friend's problem, but they were, after all, your friend's problems.

We are so busy doing the urgent that we don't have time to do the important.

Youth is no excuse for sloppiness.

The night is young, and by the grace of magic, so are we.

Every private in the French army carries a Field Marshall wand in his knapsack.

A primary task of management in the developed countries in the decades ahead will be to make knowledge productive.

There is the first satisfaction of arranging it on a bit of paper; after many, many false tries, false moves, finally you have the sentence you recognize as the one you are looking for.