If you want to know how someone really feels, you almost never have to ask.

It’s okay to struggle to find our place in this world and the person who will take us for who and what we are. Sometimes we dress ourselves in layers that only get peeled away in the end, to leave us as we should be.

It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.

Sometimes, you turn back. Sometimes, you walk away. And sometimes, you find the place you're meant to be, and you stay there. You find a way to make it work. Whatever it takes.

I waited for a long time and there was nothing but the pain of wanting something I couldn't seem to find.

Foolish. Stupid. I knew it. I knew my reaction was unreasonable, bu the heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing. Blaise Pascal said that, and I've always found it to be true.

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.