Love is always real, even when it doesn’t last.

We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

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

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy.

But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts.

I might be alone, but i'm never lonely.

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.