This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

Every reader is different. There's no book that's inappropriate for every person, but there are people who cannot handle everything.

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don't understand. Thoughts that aren't even true—that aren't really how we feel—but they're running through our heads anyway because they're interesting to think about.

Maybe it's not as important to you as it was for me, but that's not for you to decide.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?