Human reason can excuse any evil.
Beatrice. We should think of our family. But. But we must also think of ourselves.
I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.
What makes you different, makes you dangerous.
Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion.
I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.