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

But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.

After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

I couldn't help what I'd done before I learned it was wrong. I could only do better in the future.

For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.

He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.