coming-of-age

These Aussie girls are free to set their own courses in the world, to meander and experiment. Their travels are not bumps along the road - they are life itself. See the world and then come home and decide who you want to be in it, not the other way around, as seems the general trajectory in the U.S.

Patience is the virtue that forges great men.

Recalling his first dreams of flight when he was a small child, Max acknowledged that his entire existence had been building up to this tipping point where he could finally choose to release his self-imposedlimitations.

We're about to hit that age when we'll be too exhausted to maintain friendships, and the days of hanging out will be long behind us.

He ever offer to walk you home?""I've never asked," Cath said quickly. "I've never asked you either.""That's true," Levi said.More quiet. More cold.The air stung Cath's throat when she finally spoke again. "So maybe you shouldn't.""Don't be ridiculous," Levi said. "That wasn't my point.

Why is it so hard? It's hard because it matters, I think.

At least I rescued your poor hot dog.

It seemed everyone knew their place in it, but I was in the mood where I would rather be alone and look a houseplants.

I've come to realize that love is tragic, somewhere down the line it's inevitable. Fight for it.

I had just turned thirty. That was enough in itself to be depressed about. I never thought I would be this age and feel this worthless. I was supposed to be __omebody._ I guess you could say I was slightly disappointed at the outcome.

I could only defend myself so much. It was my word against his. There was no evidence, nor was there any proof. My word meant very little.

Living with myself wasn__ all that easy. I was not the young girl I once was. Once upon a time when I looked in the mirror, I saw this happy glow. Now nothing glowed except the leftover face cream from the night before.

This very easy divorce had become very difficult. I thought I was in the express lane and it was all fast tracks from there. Think again.

At times, it felt so odd being with a man in such an intimate way who was not my husband.

I had to get used to it because my life was no longer safe and I was no longer protected like I once was.

He would say things like, __ut you are my wife!_ when I didn__ do something that he wanted me to do. His expectations were not realistic.

I was physically attacked by a woman who didn__ even know me. Yes, my boyfriend was her former husband, but she tried to ruin me.

Somehow, we both got carried away. I don__ know exactly how it happened, but before long, I knew nothing was ever going to be the same.