The best people all have some kind of scar.

I curled closer to May, comforted by her warmth.

...I want it to be as easy as breathing for you to say yes.

Break my heart for what breaks yours. Everything I am for you kingdom's cause, as I walk from nothing to eternity.

If she were (looking into my eyes), she’d have seen how absolutely floored I was the first time I finally, truly saw her. The clouds moved at just the right moment, fully lighting her face by the moon. She was dazzlingly beautiful. Underneath thick lashes were eyes blue as ice, something cool to balance out the flames in her hair. I felt a strange flutter in my chest, like the glow of a fireplace or the warmth of the afternoon. It stayed there for a moment, playing with my pulse.

I would be the best of us, the highest of the lows.

Any girl who would risk her life for someone she loves certainly deserves to be called a lady.