Every Soul a Star

I am not plain, or average or - God forbid - vanilla. I am peanut butter rocky road with multicolored sprinkles, hot fudge and a cherry on top.

When people see you're happy doing what you're doing, it sort of takes the power away from them to tease you about it.

The trick is that as long as you know who you are and what makes you happy, it doesn't matter how others see you.

Whereever you end up;" Jack whispered into my ear."I wish you clear skies. Always

You never know, life is short but it’s wide

When I was your age I knew nothing about the world or my place in it. I figured I'd be someone's wife, then someone's mother. It never occurred to me to be someone myself.

So we stand there, part of a crowd a thousand people strong, beaming up at the sky with wonder. I knew with a sudden certainty that wherever I am in the future - up in my treehouse, alone in the school cafeteria, or trying to figure out what my teachers are talking about, a part of me will always be right here, right now, wish that giant eye in the sky shining down on me, telling me it's going to be alright.

Just as I suspected, my room does look different, post-eclipse. It looks smalled, like it can't contain me anymore. After all, I've got a whole new world to see.

And when he [the author of the universe] had compounded the whole, he divided it up into as many souls as there are stars, and allotted each soul to a star. And mounting them on their stars, as if on chariots, he showed them the nature of the universe and told them the laws of their destiny. - "Timaeus" by Plato 427-347 B.C.

My eyes are bright, my hair has come loose from its ribbon, and Stella's scarf is waving around my neck. But that's not what I see when I look at the picture. I see three unlikely friends holding hands. And Ryan, Kenny, and Melanie are standing behind us, rapt. And in the sky above us, I see a miracle.

As long as you know who you are, and see what makes you happy, it doesn't matte how others see you

comparing what you see during an eclipse to the darkness at night is like comparing an ocean to a teardrop.

Its a very good book and i wish i read it first than anyone else!!!!

I'm going to ask Bree if she'll help me." "I'm a little scared if her," I admit. "Me too," Ally says, then laughs. "Maybe it's because she's so beautiful. Don't you think she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?" I shake my head. "I've seen prettier." "You have not." "I have." It takes all my courage to look up. "Oh," she says, and then blushes furiously.

The trick is that if you know who you are and what makes you happy, it doesn't matter how others see you.

I am not plain or average or- god forbid- vanilla. I am peanut butter rocky road with multicolored sprinkles, hot fudge, and a cherry on top.

If this could be repeated every day for a year, I would never budge from where I stood.

Well, I'm not as lucky as you to have this every day.