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

Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.

I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.

She carries chaos like an overcoat.

Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.

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.

For peace to take hold, one person must first stop fighting.