40 Quotes by Lauren Miller

This probably isn’t something you’re supposed to say at a moment like this, but I think the moon is seriously overrated.” A moment like what? I bite my cheeks, taming the grin that threatens to take over my face.“And the stars?” I ask, once the smile is under control.“Wildly underrated,” he declares with a grin. He looks up again. “The sky is a storybook,” he says then. “Every constellation’s like its own fairy tale.

So you believe in fate,” I say.Dr. Mann pauses thoughtfully before answering. “I believe each of us was uniquely created for a specific purpose designed by the Creator, and that, because of that, there are certain things in our lives that we are destined by Him to do. The rest, I think, is soft clay: left entirely to the defining influences of choice, chance, and circumstance. And luck! Don’t forget luck.

Your path will change. Your destiny never will.""But what if I'm on the wrong path?""There is no wrong path. Not when it comes to destiny. There are only detours, you see.

The fear, though, is unassailable. The dark balls of dread pinball through my brain. This is what anxiety does to a brain, I know that. A barrage of intrusive, unwanted, and distressing thoughts that the person thinking them can't turn them off no matter how hard they try...

Podemos carregar maços de notas no bolso e manter mapas de papel no carro, mas, como mosquitos àquelas telas

Over and over again, the same message, 'you are not enough'. You hear it enough times and it weaves itself into you, and it's not an idea any more it's who you are, 'not enough.' But then a boy comes along and changes the message. 'You are enough,' he says, 'enough for me.' And because he is all you have, being enough for him is enough for you, too, even though you know deep down that 'good enough' really just means 'pretty enough,' and if he really knew you, all of you, he'd bail, too.

She reached around me, grabbing my Gemini from the back pocket of my jeans. She touched its share button to hers. 'There,' she said, handing the phone back to me. 'You have my number. We should be friends now.

The moment I heard my dad’s voice, I started bawling. “This isn’t the path,” I kept saying, my words garbled with tears and snot. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this.” I remember feeling as though everything I had worked for had been snatched away. Dad saw things differently.“Well-worn paths are boring,” he said. “Embrace the detour.”But how can you tell a detour from a dead end?

Ele estava parado, sorrindo para o visor da câmera, e o virou em minha direção para eu ver a imagem. Era uma mulher, claramente uma moradora de rua, com os olhos fundos fitando a câmera. "Não quero seu dinheiro", dizia o papelão segurado por ela. "Apenas olhe para mim, para eu saber que existo".