Rainstorms are incredible: falling shards of glass, the air full of diamonds.

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

No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.

Maybe this is the secret to talking to boys--maybe you just have to be angry all the time.

It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed.

They say that the cure for love will make me happy and safe forever. And I’ve always believed them. Until now. Now everything has changed. Now, I’d rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie

I've learned to get really good at this - say one thing when I'm thinking about something else, act like I'm listening when I'm not, pretend to be calm and happy when I'm really freaking out. It's one of the skills you perfect as you get older