I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.

Cynthia Hand

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Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.

accomplishment events purpose

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are... by Cynthia Hand

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.

capable expected thinking

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of... by Cynthia Hand

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

human-heart complexity heart

Writers have superpowers. by Cynthia Hand

Writers have superpowers.

superpower

So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.

crazy morning night

We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.

being-content accepting thinking

I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try... by Cynthia Hand

I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.

bird laughing thinking

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is... by Cynthia Hand

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

home heart love

Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.

frozen matter might

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all yo... by Cynthia Hand

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

home thinking

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passe... by Cynthia Hand

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

different missing names

I’ve learned that a storm isn’t always just bad weather, and a fire can be the start of something. I’ve found out that there are a lot more shades of gray in this world than I ever knew about. I’ve learned that sometimes, when you´re afraid but you keep on moving forward, that’s the biggest kind of courage there is. And finally, I’ve learned that life isn’t really about failure and success. It’s about being present, in the moment when big things happen, when everything changes, including myself.

moving-forward fire weather

I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys... by Cynthia Hand

I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys to dances?

guy use mean

So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

hair tree boys

The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.

brother baby thinking