“What happens with this being will mean the end of my life, this much is clear, so why does excitement bubble my blood and make my heart roll over in my chest. Life? For him, I will risk it all if he takes me. What is my alternative? To sit and wait for a fairytale Prince charming who will never come?”

“Of course there’s a risk that that could happen, but what is the alternative? To never allow myself to get close to anyone ever again? Never know the joy of loving someone for fear that it could end up in tears? My heart might stay safe, but it wouldn’t be much of a life.”

“It;s all gone. My life is all gone and I can't work out why. I keep looking back over my life...and I can't work out where it all went so wrong. What I did to make this happen.”

“So much of my life had been spent taking and taking and taking. Thinking it was all about me, believing that everything came down to me and how I felt, what I wanted. Even in my grasping attempts to know God, I did exactly that: I grasped. I sought. Sometimes I waited. But I never opened myself, spread my soul wide as an offering so He could come and capture me. I never let Him run strong fingers through my soil, watering it with His grace so my fruit could grow and grow above the weeds that threatened to choke it out.”

“She makes life over, he realized. She controls life, whereas I just sit on my can and let it happen to me.”

“To all my critics that never believe in me... Please tell me again what I can't do in my life? Now outta my way. I'm going to make it happen!”