Quotes from Elizabeth Scott

I told you we were meant to be," he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but who I just didn't see and now-- Well, now I kiss him.

I lied to Julia, I didn't know what else to do because you - you make me feel..." I had to stop. Not because I didn't have words. I did. But I was afraid to say them. He looked at me, and I knew then I could love him. That if I let myself I would. "You make me feel too," he said, and held out one hand.

Gracia…, esa es mi palabra favorita de la iglesia. Un estado del ser, algo por lo que puedes rezar, algo que Dios te puede conceder, algo que si se puede obtener. La perfección es inalcanzable, pero la gracia…, la gracia puede alcanzarse.