That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.

Do what you want, do what you will, do what you have to, do what you think you cannot.

The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.

It was as if hope had appeared out of nowhere to settle beside her and it wasn't going anywhere, it wasn't going to desert her now.

Hearts were made for being broken. There's really no way around it if you want to be a human being.

Some people say, 'Save yourself and you save your ways.' I say, 'Be yourself and you save your soul.