We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.

I'll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.

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

Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.