Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .

He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.

Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

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

He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.