I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.

Some things are created to be together.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.