Let's carpe the hell out of this diem.

I'm a monster, you know. I'm one of the dangerous ones. No you aren't, he promised. Your one of us.

Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now.

The thing is...what they don't tell you about forgiveness is this-you don't give it for the other person's sake, but your own.

It's in our blood to start again.

I think I'm losing it—I don't know what's happening, what happened, but I look at you, I look at you, and I love you so much. Not because of anything you've said, or done, or anything at all. I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.

If a heart could break once, it shouldn't have been able to happen again.