The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?

Her absence in my life was so painful that it was a presence.

Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.

Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his sun, his rain, his very heart.

Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them

Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?