You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth.

When you have been burned by fire once, you don't leap into the flames again.

When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?

Everyone still deserves to have their say.

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.