There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

it's gonna hurt because it matters.

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart.

Jesus died for our sins," Noah says solemnly. "What?!?" I reply, choking back my thoughts. "I was just seeing if you were listening.

How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?