She was one of those girls who breathed fire when confronted but loved so gently that it made you forget she could.

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment. Pain of love lasts a lifetime.

Beware of pretty boys who smoke, my dear, for they can burn your world down with their cigarette.

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance. What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence. What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.

Politeness has become so rare that people mistake it for flirtation.

The struggle of being a writer is that they can write their hearts out but they can’t tell it to the person they love

Forgive yourself for accepting less than you deserved - but don’t do it again.

i think it’s brave i think it’s brave that you get up in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for a rest i think it’s brave that you keep on living even if you don’t know how to anymore i think it’s brave that you push away the waves rolling in every day and you decide to fight i know there are days when you feel like giving up but i think it’s brave that you never do

I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.

Allowing someone close to you is seriously the bravest thing a human can ever do.

I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.

I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.