I ran away one day. He was running in the same direction.

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.

God is King of kings.

I was miserable before I knew I was no longer happy

For the record…” I took her hand and held it up. “These are the only hands I want on me.

If she expected me to apologize she was going to be sorely disappointed.I’d never be sorry for kissing her.

Yes, I'm back," he said, "And look who I ran into." Horace grinned at him. "i hope you ran into him hard." "As hard as I could.

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

Because of their excessive commitment to a literal Bible, fundamentalist Christians have fallen into the trap of biblioltry.

I certainly don't want to have too many pre-conceived notions before I show up because then you might be cutting yourself off from the real lessons of what is going on.

We never could design a building as beautiful as the trees.

What we love that we have, but by desire we bereave ourselves of the love.