Hallie had had plenty of practice over the years at hiding her true feelings and presenting a brave face to the world.
Ellie wiped her eyes with the back of her hand; sometimes she didn't realize she'd been crying until the tears slid off her chin and dripped down her neck.
None of us knows how long any one of us has left. It could be fifty hours, could be fifty years. We’re just glad we’re here today. And we won’t forget those who aren’t.
Life might not work out as you'd want it to, but you just got on with it anyway.
Clemency marvelled, trying a purple eyeshadow shot with gold sparkly bits on the back of her hand
Being scared wasn’t an emotion Zack was familiar with, but it had him in its grip now.
This time, though, he was waiting for a reason. The process itself might be mind-crushingly boring, but if he stuck it out, the end result would hopefully be worth it.
It might not be much. OK, it wasn’t much. But it was a start.
I'm trying my best, but I feel like such a spare part.
Everyone makes mistakes. But you stopped and did something about it. Most people don’t bother.
Ellie closed her eyes and felt the aching loneliness well up inside her chest.
Left shoulder and trying to pretend it hardly hurt at all - ow, ouch - she wondered why her life had to so closely resemble Mr Bean’s. What she wouldn’t give to be sleek and chic and in control at all...
Whether or not this worked out, Ellie knew she would never regret it. Sometimes you just had to take the risk. Maybe it would be a brief but wonderful romance, maybe it would last a lifetime.
When it’s someone like that, someone important, you never forget them.
Well, this time you’re just going to have to stop yourself. Straightening up, Rupert grinned. We don’t want this to be spoiled, do we? Trust me, some secrets are better kept.
One day I want to surprise everyone by doing something unexpected and amazing, so I can be proud of myself.
Maybe when she'd been eighteen it was a quality she might have laughed at, but at twenty-eight, dependability had turned into something of an aphrodisiac.
It’s a scary thing, you know, being a man. We always have to run the risk of inviting someone out and being turned down flat. You women don’t realize how fragile our egos are.
I owe you, remember? How am I ever going to make things up to you if you won’t let me do stuff?
I just needed to hear someone else say it. I do deserve better.