Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.

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.

Sometimes it felt as if all happiness came at a price. You could never, ever, have perfection. Life gave you beauty so you could bear the pain.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

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

In the enclave, the strong and the physically perfect survived, but if you were strong, you protected the weak until they had an opportunity to grow into their own power.