You have to be careful who you meet. You can't unmeet them.
For the girls with messy hair and thirsty hearts.
It made her think about how she couldn't believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her.
Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well just be words on a page, because we're only what we've done and what we are going to do.
The rain sounded like it was washing the whole world away.
To not do what you can to protect someone, that's cowardly.