The living always think that monsters roar and gnash their teeth. But I've seen that real monsters can be friendly; they can smile, and they can say please and thank you like everyone else. Real monsters can appear to be kind. Sometimes they can be inside us.

Sometimes I can't see myself when I'm with you. I can only just see you.

It made her think about how she couldn't believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her.

And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all.

Sometimes love means not being able to bear seeing the one you love the way they are, when they're not what you hoped for them.

For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts.

To not do what you can to protect someone, that's cowardly.