Bonds are like rules, they're meant to be broken.

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

Remember all fairy tales end at some point.

It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.