Was it worth it? Feeling better for a minute or two, knowing that the cold would still be out there waiting?

Power is neither good nor evil.

Ethan: I love you, I whispered in her ear. She held my face in her hands and leaned back so she could look at me. Lena: I don't think I could ever love anything the way I love you.

Don't run away. Im not running away. Im already gone. -Lena and Ethan

She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.

The story you are afraid to write is usually the one you are meant to tell.

Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs?