Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.

Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

If history has a habit of repeating itself, doesn't someone have to stay behind to shout out a warning?

The first time she kissed me, I truly thought I'd had an aneurysm - my pulse was thundering so loud and my senses were exploding. This, I remember thinking, the only word I could hold on to in a sea of feelings.

It was nice not having to be the one in control, for a little while. It was nice to be the one who was protected, instead of the one who'd been protecting eveyone else.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.

It's the child who's supposed to cry, and the mom who makes it all better, not the other way around, which is why mothers will move heaven and earth to hold it together in front of their own kids.