I love you too much to say goodbye.

I want you to know that I would do it all again. I will choose you every time.

People who are chronically tardy never understand the many ways in which they screw up the schedules of people who are punctual and 'normal'.

Would love be so different with someone else? Was love even possible with someone else? Love was supposed to be easy, wasn't it? Then why did she feel so tormented?

End times aren't supposed to be very pretty.

Trust is a careless pursuit at best. At worst, it's a good way to get yourself killed.

Oh, jeez, please kill that metaphor,...Or kill me. One or the other.