If you let hope inside, it takes you over. It feeds on your insides and uses your bones to climb and grow. Eventually it becomes the thing that is your bones, that holds you together. Holds you up until you don't know how to live without it anymore. To pull it out of you would kill you entirely.

Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.

There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible