Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us. — Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery
The Rose | Bette Midler
Senior year. And then life. Maybe that’s the way it worked. High school was just a prologue to the real novel. Everybody got to write you - but when you graduated, you got to write yourself. At graduation you got to collect your teacher’s pens and your parents’ pens and you got your own pen. And you could do all the writing. Yeah. Wouldn’t that be sweet? — Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz
You healed my heart and taught me that forgiveness is about love. I used to think that any man of mine had to live up to a list of my expectations. I was wrong. Love has no list. You are the pinch in my heart. The catch in my breath. The reason my stomach tumbles and why I lie awake at night just to look at you. And every time I look at you, I know that I want to look at you forever. — Any Man of Mine by Rachel Gibson
Calvin & Hobbes
In my experience, whatever happens clings to us like barnacles on the hull of a ship, slowing us slightly, both uglifying and giving us texture. You can scrape all you want, you can, if you have money, hire someone else to scrape, but the barnacles will come back or at least leave a blemish on the steel. — Another Bullshit Night in Suck City by Nick Flynn
The Common Reader by Virginia Woolf
Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand. — Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Scrubs