Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.

There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen

I looked down at my stomach. I grabbed at it, seeing how much fat I could lift up in a roll. "Don't worry," you said, one eye open again like a crocodile watching me. "You're beautiful." You tipped your head back. "Beautiful," you murmured. "Perfect.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And, I mean, you really looked at me … with eyes like two stars. [...] And I had wings fluttering away inside me all right. Big fat moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net.

People love what they're used to, I guess." "No." You shook your head. "People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.

I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.