She felt alive, empty, and broken.

Sometimes being equal doesn't mean being the same.

Being great is nothing but an illusion.

Of all the things she could be, she chose the thing that made her human.

I don't like cliché stories. I am, however, absolutely fine with characters who do cliché things.

I follow people too big to follow back.

I used to think there was no risk in falling for someone you can't have.

She flourished on the things she could never be.