Your heart always knows what's important. It always knows how to guide you. It's pure, and trustworthy--though it will never shout to be heard. it will never speak above a whisper. But if you learn how to heed it, how to hear it, you will never feel lost in the world.

Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.

You can’t go back, Ever. You can’t change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.

You cannot outwalk your problems. Can never run fast enough to evade them completely.

And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there's no use. Even though it's futile. Even though it's way past too late.

Mine. I'm on my side.