The weak are cruel. The strong have no need to be.

I feel as if when you love a book it becomes a part of you whether you have it on your shelves or not.

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

Jill told me that when you're really in love, you know right away. I'm not exactly sure how this happens. Is it like a flash of lightning? Like an angel tapping you on the shoulder? Or is it similar to choosing a puppy? You think you're picking the cutest one, but really you wind up going home with the one who keeps insisting on climbing into your lap.

Good fortune can take forever to get to you, but as it turns out, sorrow is as quick as a shot.

The best way to die is when your living

I'm at the point where going forward is easier than going back.