Destined for Doon

Gently I touched his arm."Consider your promise fulfilled. You can go home now." He raised his head to pierce me with his dark, anguished eyes. "I'm trying to -- if you'd stop fighting me with every breath." "Don't be absurd. Chicago's not your home." "No," he said. "You are.

Yoga’s nothing but young girls twistin’ themselves into pretzels and prayin’ to the devil.

You need to let yourself be forgiven.

My philosophy had always been to do the leaving first.

Just once I’d like to save the world at high noon like a cowboy.

Stop torturing yourself and just let go. Surrender all the guilt, the pain, everything you’ve been carrying — leave it all here.

She’s Eponine — but of a platonic sort. You’re my Cossette.