Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.

Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.

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

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.