One must have sorrow to truly appreciate joy.

I knew him, but I don't understand him.

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

Choices. We all make them, sometimes more than once. Sometimes it's the choices we make over and over that define us, but more often it's the choices we don't make.

They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

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.

If you're lucky, the friends you make when you're sixteen stay with you for the rest of your life. If you're smart, you know when it's time to let them go.