The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but people do. So nothing ever looks the same.

And this, really, is the story-within-the-story, because if you do not believe that hearts can bloom suddenly bigger, and that love can open like a flower out of even the hardest places, then I am afraid that for you the world will be long and brown and barren, and you will have trouble finding the light. But if you do believe, then you already know all about magic.

You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.

That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

Nothing exists but him.

This is the first day of my new beginning. From now on I'm going to do things right. I'm going to be a different person, a good person. I'm going to be the kind of person who would be remembered well, not just remembered.