Most of All You

I don’t mind chasing you, Ellie. Just let me catch you once in a while.

Sometimes we wore such hurtful, limiting labels in this life, whether they'd been assigned by others or by ourselves. I'd felt damaged and ruined once, but I didn't anymore. I was still a work in progress, but I wasn't a victim. I was a survivor. - Gabriel

It’s not the things you do with love and good intentions that you end up regretting. It’s the things you don’t do that you have to live with.

I win every time I’m bold in how I love. I want to say I win a hundred times a day, a thousand, by loving the sunrise, and the wind, and the way raindrops sound on my window.” He paused, his thumb moving lightly over my cheekbone, caressing my face like I was precious. “And you, most of all, you. I want to look at you and say, one evil man did not stop me from presenting my heart to the girl who claimed it. You get my heart, Eloise. You. And, God, I hope you want it. But if you don’t, I still won’t regret giving it to you. Even then, I won’t regret loving you because it means I win.

It's okay to cry. It's how your heart speaks its pain.

But no one could fix anyone else. We could only fix ourselves.

I’m still not the right girl.” “I still don’t agree.

Gratitude isn´t a Band-Aid, Ellie. You still have to experience your feelings to work through them. Gratitude is meant to make it bearable. Sometimes gratitude gets you through the day, and sometimes it just gets you from one moment to the next.

The sun continued to rise, casting its light over the earth, brightening the darkness and chasing away the shadows of what had been. And every single day, it reminded me that though life could be lonely and painful, it was also filled with rainbows on water, with fields of daffodils, and angels that emerged from rock. It was filled with delicate flowers that, against all odds, found the strength to turn their faces to the sunshine and thrive. It was filled with miracles that arrived when you least expected them and the hard-won knowledge that healing, like stone, is just sand and pressure and time.

You only throw a punch for two reasons: if someone hits you first, or to protect the honor of a woman.

There’s a special place in hell for people who knowingly take advantage of others more helpless than them.

Hey, if we can still laugh, we must be halfway okay, right?

You were given this pain because you're strong enough to endure it.

And I realized again what a tender soul she was, how she wanted love so badly she had even tried to find it in the ugliest of places, in the first attention she’d ever received from

... "You can´t fix me, you know." But looking ayt her now, I knew that had never been my intent. I wanted her to heal, and I hoped I could be a part of that. But no one could fix anyone else. We could only fix you. "No, you´re right, I can´t fix you." I can only love you. And I truly want to try. ...

I'd give her rainbows every day if I could only see the smile she'd given me this morning, see that wonder glowing in her eyes for longer than a minute.

Later as I stared at the ceiling, listening to Gabriel´s breathing grow deep and slow, I realized he had given me just what he said he would. His breath against my neck was a cakming wind, his smile the sunshine, his touch was a thousand rainbows dancing on my skin, and I loved him so much I thought my heart would burst.

And you, most of all, you. I want to look at you and say, one evil man did not stop me from presenting my heart to the girl who claimed it. You get my heart, Eloise. You. And God, I hope you want it. But if you don't, I still won't regret giving it to you. Even then, I won't regret loving you because it means I win.

You’ve always been so sure about me. Thank you for that gift.

Trust yourself. Go with your gut.

I win every time I'm bold in how I love. I want to say I win a hundred times a day, a thousand, by loving the sunrise, and the wind, and the way raindrops sound on my window

I love you, Eloise. That won’t change.” I opened my eyes. He was the only thing that was solid in the whole wide world, and I sagged against him, a small strangled sound coming up my throat. “Why does that scare you so much?” “Because … because I’m afraid you’ll take it away.

Healing, like stone, is just sand and pressure and time.

nu doar pumnii te distrug și te fac să-ți dea sângele...nu, viața însăși putea face asta, ba chiar mai crud.

Life mixed me up with the wrong crowd.

I felt broken, humiliated, confused, and helpless. And it didn’t help that I knew I was barely tolerable to look at.

In my experience, the handsome ones thought they were God’s gift to womankind, and that it was their moral duty to spread themselves far and wide.

I don´t mind chasing you, Ellie. Just let me catch you once in a while.

You were given this pain because you’re strong enough to endure it.