Never tell her that something is impossible, because she'll kill herself proving you wrong.
The future hovered in front of her, and she rode Cruise towards it, her hands steady on the reins and her head among the clouds.
In her dreams, she was always riding Cruise.
Goodbye," she told him, running her hand across his broad back one last time. "I love you. And I'll never, ever stop missing you.
Real is...just being you. It's not letting yourself be defined by other people's opinions of you, of who they think you are, or what they expect you to be. It's refusing to let them squash you into the box they've built for you, and just being yourse...
I think you're wrong." "Well I think you're naive," Hayley snapped. "Maybe," Marley conceded, starting to walk away. "But I'd rather be that than a bully like you.
You push people away, Marley. You don't realise it, but you do. You close yourself off to anyone and anything that doesn't fit in your perfect little hamster ball of life. But you can't experience love only on your own terms. It doesn't work that way...
Everyone's pain is relative. We've learned how to deal with grief, because we've had to. But Bree hasn't. And our grief was shared, because we all felt it at the same time. She had to deal with hers alone.
