Heart Bones

by Colleen Hoover

It’s weird how your whole life can completely change in the hours between waking up and going to bed.

Would I have still turned out to be the same untrusting, skeptical human I’ve become had I experienced more good times than bad?

Sometimes I believe personalities are shaped more by damage than by kindness.

I didn’t realize what seeing the ocean would mean to me, but now that I’ve seen it, I want every human on earth to experience it.

You can fill your life with nice things, but nice things don’t fill the holes in your soul.” “What fills the holes in a soul?” Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a few seconds. “Pieces of someone else’s soul.”

Maybe we both grew heart bones.”