I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

C'est courageux d'aller dans l'inconnu': It is courageous to go into territory unknown.

But then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away. He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

He can't possibly live up to the person you've built him to be

Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.