He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.

Amor deliria nervosa: It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational decisions about your own well-being. Symptom number twelve.

It's an incredible thing, how you can feel so taken care of by someone and yet feel, also, like you would die or do anything just for the chance to protect him back.

Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes".

I thought the Invalids were beasts; I thought they would rip me apart. But these people saved me, and gave me the softest place to sleep, and nursed me back to health, and haven't asked for anything in return. The animals are on the other side of the fence: monsters wearing uniforms. They speak softly, and tell lies, and smile as they're slitting your throat.