If you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning.

He’s speaking in the tone of voice that everyone uses when they’re about to break you apart. Gentle—kind, even—like they can make the news sound better just by speaking in a lullaby voice.

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.

That is the strangest thing about the world: how it looks so different from every point of view.

I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside you like a stone.

I know that the whole point—the only point—is to find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.

Most people don't want to be saved. Besides, if you keep bailing everybody out, they'll never learn to paddle on their own.