Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.

Life isn't life if you just float through it.

One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world - your little carved-out sphere - is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart.

Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again