The words that matter always stay.

I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.

The world is quieter now. It is never quiet, but it can get quieter. What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread. Nighttime is not that. Nighttime still rustles, still creaks and whispers and trembles in its throat. It is not darkness we fear, but our own helplessness within it. How merciful to have been granted the other senses.

I have taken advantage of other people's weaknesses in order to cover my own.

There is no word for our kind of friendship. Two people who don't see each other a lot, but can make each other effortlessly happy

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?