Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

May I ask you something?" I say. "Why do you read books, when you could be outside, living a million different adventures every day?" "Because you can always count on a book to stay the same. EVerything else changes when you least expect it," she replies, bitter. "Families split apart, and nothing's forever. In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.

Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.

When feeling came back, in a storm of color and force and sensation, the most you could do was hold on to the person beside you and hope you could weather it. Alex closed her eyes and expected the worst-but it wasn't a bad thing; it was just a different thing. A messier one, more complicated one. She hesitated, and then she kissed Patrick back, willing to concede that you might have to lose control before you could find what you'd been missing.

When you want something bad, you'll tell yourself a thousand lies.

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.