I want to drag you off and hide you away,” he whispered. “Why?” “I always knew you were beautiful, but now everyone else will too. I won’t be able to keep other boys away from you, and it’ll make me crazy.

Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

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.

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

I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.

People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.