My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

He is not the same person as when we met, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.

No matter how interminable something feels, there is always, always an ending. Sometimes that's good, and sometimes it's bad; sometimes it's a matter of indifference, and sometimes it's heartbreaking, and your life is never the same thereafter.

For peace to take hold, one person must first stop fighting.