I wish someone would randomly tell me little facts about myself. Not ones that I have already told them but ones they have picked up by themselves because they care enough to notice the little things I do.
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice, it has to make you feel something.
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.Attachments, Rainbow Rowell