There was love expressed in the places you usually forget to look.
She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.
All I could think to do was love her. That's all a person can do.
She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.
I like that you let yourself be surprised
You could feel things or you could find a way to shut down. But once you were feeling things, you couldn’t decide exactly what to feel. That was the trouble with letting them in at all. They made a mess of the place.