Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

Stop judging your life only by the failures.

Is there anyone’s life story you don’t want to know?” “Not really.” His expression was unexpectedly serious. “Because people make a story of their lives. Gains, losses, tragedy and triumph—you can tell a lot about someone simply by what they put into each category. You can learn a lot about what you put into each category by your reaction to them. They teach you about yourself without ever intending to do it—and they teach you a lot about life.

If hearts really could sink, Kaylin's was busily rearranging her internal organs.

If life were fair, we would never have suffered what we suffered at all; having suffered it and survived, we're still reacting to things that don't exist anymore.

Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over.

I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.