We labored under the pretense that nothing had changed when everything had, and I understood him, but i no longer knew him.

You can't hurt someone who doesn't care about you.

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

I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.

Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It’s those that bring us grief that linger.

I had no words to give him. No explanation. I didn’t understand it, myself. It scared me, but then so do roller coasters, and I ride them anyway, too.

Sometimes the picture someone else paints of us is a more accurate portrayal than a reflection. What we see in the mirror is always reversed. A portrait not only allows us to see our own faces, but how it looks to others.