“When I was younger I often thought I should travel more and farther, spend more time in foreign countries, that I should be in a constant state of velocity so that I could get out there and truly live, but with time I have come to understand that everything I was looking for was right here, inside of me…in the eyes of the people I meet when I allow my gaze to linger.” 

“[O]utward and I mean truly outward. That’s where this sharper sense of being alive is found, in the alert gaze on another.” 

I love this idea of a negative self portrait, one that can only be made in the absence of self. 

In reality the characters are messy in a predictable and rather forgettable way, while the writing itself at times borders on inspirational self-help.

 I still enjoyed it though pinky promise