One must have sorrow to truly appreciate joy.

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

He hadn’t been her first lover or the first boy to give her an orgasm. He hadn’t even been the first she’d loved. He’d been the first to turn her inside out with something as simple as a smile. The first to make her doubt herself. He’d taken her deeper than anyone ever had, and yet she hadn’t drowned.

But sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.

The hardest lies to detect are the ones surrounded by truth.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

Can I tell you honestly that I'd rather be in your life as your friend than nothing at all?