No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

No matter how tightly you grip the wheel, no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much—too tiring—and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy…or whatever…to happen.

Quindi, vi prego, non lasciate che sia un libro a far si che qualcuno si senta capito per la prima volta.

Emma:“He broke your heart! How can you call it love when hehurt you so badly?”Kellan:“It was lovebecause it was worth it.

When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life.

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they’d heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me.

You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.