Cathy, don’t look so defeated. She was only trying to put us downagain.Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn’t mean we aredoomed. Let’s go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of...

For when Iwaltzed with Chris, I’d made him someone else.

Whatever doesn’t destroy you, makes you stronger. Hardships have a way of toughening us, if they don’t kill us.

What’s done is done. Say good-bye to the past, and hello to the future And we’re wasting time when already we’ve wasted enough. We’ve got everything ahead, waiting for us.”Just the right words to make...

…I’m a fool. I expect too much, then I’m angry because nothing ever works out the way I want. When I was young and full of hopes and aspirations, I didn’t know I would get...

You were right the first time, Cathy. It was a stupid, silly story.Ridiculous! Only insane people would die for the sake of love. I’llbet you a hundred to one a woman wrote that junky romantic...

From this day forward, I vowedto myself, I was in control of my life. Not fate, notGod, not even Chris was ever again going to tell me what to do, ordominate me in any way....

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

I don’t think she’s ever coming back.

Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly onCory’s guitar. “Dance, ballerina, dance,” he softly chanted, and hissinging voice wasn’t bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians—atrio -if Carrie ever...

If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. Butafter all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted amountain high! A hill wasn’t enough.

Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon