There’s a reason I hate jigsaw puzzles. I don’t have the patience to find all the border pieces, especially when they’re all the same shade of gray.

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

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.

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

I think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.

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.

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.