Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

She knew what it felt like to stand in front of someone and ask them to love you, to try to pull them to you by the sheer force of your desire, a force so strong it felt as though you were going to die from it.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

Safe is just another word for scared.

But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.

To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.

...she was still water in his hands. He didn't know how to hold on.