How queer it was for two lovers to suddenly turn into strangers?

We can get through this. You just have to believe in that because we don’t know if a miracle is about to come our way.”- Afia

She'd brought everybody apart, tearing the whole family that was once a compact groundwork into a whole new design, ugly and non-structured.

There were so many things we left unsaid. Depending on how you look at it, whether you think it was worth saying it out loud, or better kept inside.

Sometimes, things didn't always happen as we wanted them to.

He’d managed to take hold of her being, her poise and twisted it that it’d mutilated so bad. Even she had forgotten how it had felt to be sane.

Horror was written all over his face as he began to understand that that child of his wasn’t stupid, or immune to what he had done in the past. It had greatly affected her.

To lose someone after you’ve loved them was tougher than losing them when you’ve never even met them.

I didn't know that I've completely left them all in the past. There's a part of me, wishing and hoping, that she would come back for me, and we would start a new life together, but she didn't.

What Zayd had said to her was hurtful. The words speared across the most sensitive part of her heart like how a gardening spear cut along the leaves, leaving the top part of the bushes bare and lost.

A few years ago, she thought someone had finally come to love her and accepted her unconditionally, but she was wrong. You couldn’t really define love with money. It was more than that.

The aim of language...is to communicate...to impart to others the results one has obtained...As I talk, I reveal the situation...I reveal it to myself and to others in order to change it.

I played possum. I did this, as the possum does, out of fear.

The beautiful world is just one thought away. It's already there just waiting for us to realize and to accept it.

The cowardly dog barks more violently than it bites.

Some imagine the difference between heaven and hell to be a matter of geography. Not so. The difference is much more evident in the individuals who dwell there.

I love you, Clary wanted to say. And, I would do it again. I would always ask for you.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

Nobody loves the rat race, but nobody can think of anything else—Satan has us just where he wants us.

Curiosity is an enormous challenge to godly living.