I have nothing but time in my life, but never enough of it when I need it.
I realize then that it’s not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.
Remember, the opposite of bravery is not cowardice, but conformity.
I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.
Please Mia,” he implores. “Don’t make me write a song.
Cinders, I would’ve thought you of all people would know better. There are no wicked stepmothers and there are no fairy godmothers, and there are no Prince Charmings. There in no preordained destiny. You get to decide that. You decide your destiny.
Quitting’s not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy.
…no way through it but through it,” I tell myself.
I didn’t give it much thought back then. I just wanted to get all the words straight and collect my A.
The day is ending; it’s not coming back.