1. There was something beautiful in his hate.

It wasn't the hate

itself as it was a disgusting display of racism and intolerance. It
was what propelled the hate and the fact that although he had this
hate, he didn't understand where it came from. It was at that
moment that she realized that there was hope in changing him.

2. Here's the thing. She doesn't have anything to prove, but

she is going to anyway. That's just her character. She knows she
doesn't have to, but she still will just to show you that she can.
Doubt her more and she'll prove she can again. We all already
know this and you will too.

3. I guess we could discuss the implications of the phrase

"meant to be." That is if we wanted to drown ourselves in a sea of
backwardly referential semantics and other mumbo-jumbo. Maybe
such a discussion would result in the determination that "meant to
be" is exactly as meaningless a phrase as it seems to be, and
that none of us is actually meant to be doing anything at all. But
that's my existential underpants underpinnings showing. It's the
way the cookie crumbles. And now I want a cookie.

4. She was in a hurry. Not the standard hurry when you're in a

rush to get someplace, but a frantic hurry. The type of hurry
where a few seconds could mean life or death. She raced down
the road ignoring speed limits and weaving between cars. She
was only a few minutes away when traffic came to a dead
standstill on the road ahead.
5. It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to
salvage the situation. At least that is what she was telling himself.
The reality was that it was time to panic and there wasn't time to
salvage the situation, but he continued to delude himself into
believing there was.