The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

Is it really sick for me to be happy right now?" I asked. My voice broke twice. He didn't push me away. He pulled me tight against his ice-hard chest, so tight it was hard to breathe, even with my lungs securely intact. "I know exactly what you mean," he whispered. "But we have lot of reasons to be happy. For one, we're alive." "Yes," I agreed. "That's a good one." "And together," he breathed. His breath was so sweet it made my head swim.

If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.

It's real interesting to have a soul as a friend, and it makes me feel super special that I've managed it.

I could see how easy it would be to fall into loving Bella. It would be exactly like falling: effortless. Not letting myself love her was the opposite of falling—it was pulling myself up a cliff-face, hand over hand, the task as grueling as if I had no more than mortal strength.

There s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.

Just because you want something to be true doesn’t make it that way.” -The Host