The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.
Instead of doing the best thing, we sometimes have to settle for the rightest thing.
What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.
remember that every fire will burn itself out, even without your help.
Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.
the letters are mixed up. U and I should be together.