Defiance rose up like vomit. I swung back and yelled, "Don't ever do that again!

I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

Think of how they must have loved when all they had was each other.

back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry.

He has built a pedestal for her so tall that she is afraid to be lifted atop it, because to fall would mean certain death. But oh, she would rise far, far beyond fear and be held by arms so strong, and love so pure, that falling would not be an option.

Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?

Happiness is a bull's-eye, awaiting arrows of pain.