She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.

Love obeys no laws other than its own.

Raven has lost deeply, again and again, and she, too, has buried herself. There are pieces of her scattered all over. Her heart is nestled next to a small set of bones buried beside a frozen river, which will emerge with the spring thaw, a skeleton ship rising out of the water”.

You came form different starts and you'll come to different ends.

A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a broken butterfly wing.

i suppose that's the secret, if you're ever wishing for things to back the way they were. You just have to look up.

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.