He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.

Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.

How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I’d had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.

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

I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

That's why there are ten gates to pass through before you reach the garden. If life were easy there would be one gate. There would be no gates at all.