What did it matter to me? Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

You leave the phone on beside you as you fall asleep. I sit in my bed and listen to your breathing, until I know you are safe, until I know you no longer need me for the night.

If other people see you differently, you’ll end up seeing them differently, too.

It felt good to be surrounded by books, by all this solid knowledge, by these objects that could be ripped page by page but couldn't be torn if the pages all held together.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?