Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

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

Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

The house, the pond, the tree-it was all both overwhelmingly familiar and different from what she remembered-smaller and shabbier, somehow. It was like waking up to find that your reflection in the mirror had aged overnight, or had sprouted a new mole: You were forced to admit that things changed, whether you gave them permission to or not.

People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.

There is so much fragility in kissing, in other people: It is all glass.

And you can't love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.