"Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it’s no excuse."

"I turned around and walked to my room and closed the door ad put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be."

"My sister was crying. My mom was very quiet. My dad did all the talking. He said that my sister was not allowed to see the boy who hit her anymore, and he was going to have a talk with the boy’s parents tonight. My sister then said that it was all her fault, that she was provoking him, but my dad said it was no excuse.
“But I love him!” I had never seen my sister cry that much.
“No, you don’t.”
“I hate you!”
“No, you don’t.” My dad can be very calm sometimes. “He’s my whole world.”
“Don’t ever say that about anyone again. Not even me.” That was my mom.
My mom chooses her battles carefully, and I can tell you one thing about my family. When my mom does say something, she always gets her way. And this time was no exception. My sister stopped crying immediately."

"We accept the love we think we deserve."