I am the one, Not Running, Not Staying, But FACING
We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.
The minute we decide that one person doesnยดt matter anymore, theyยดve won.
Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after allโself-centeredness in its purest form.
You can only call someone crazy if thereโs someone else whoโs normal. Like good and evil. If everything was good, then nothing would be good.
When I woke up in you, Cassie. I wasn't fully human until I saw myself in your eyes." And then there are real human tears in his real human eyes, and it's my turn to hold him while his heart breaks. My turn to see myself in his eyes.