Like maybe it's forever, maybe it's not

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.

I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.

That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

those of us who read because we love it more than anything, who feel about bookstores the way some people feel about jewelers...

I’ve trusted human women before. Twice. The first died, and the second paid a terrible price and despises me. Never, ever again.

Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.

One of the things that has always motivated me to write is the desire to get it out and look at it in an objective way, so that it doesn't cause me any serious pain by staying inside.

Words are but empty thanks.

Enemies strengthn you. Allies weaken you.

Every failure, every adversity, every heartache may be a blessing in disguise providing it softens the animal portion of our nature.

Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago.

Laugh at a bad reputation. Fear a good one that you could not sustain.

Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can - there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did.