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

I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie.

I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

There is no before. There is only now, and what comes next.

Everything looks beautiful. The Book of Shhh says that deliria alters your perception, disables your ability to reason clearly, impairs you from making sound judgments. But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.