Can I join you at lunch?" She paused. "You have every other day." He laughed, a sound as musical as the chiming song of the lupine fey when they ran. "Yes. But you resented it every other day." "What makes you think I won't resent it today?" "Hope. It's what I live on.

You're not weak at all. Wounded, but that's nothing to be ashamed of.

We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

Going backwards is never an option.

Life is too short to read books that I'm not enjoying.

I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don know why you and not someone else

I didn't drown. I didn't break.