“And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”

“Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am”

“It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.”

“Not only didI love her,but I could tellthe universe lovedher, too.More than others.She was different.After all; I wouldbe a fool not tonotice the way thesunshine played withher hair.”

“she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.”

“She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.”

“A lot we have in our head,But things of heart are not yet dead,They have done none, but just fled,Out of us, Forgotten, just been bled..”

“A heroic act is not always followed by glory and parades and forever freedom, she said. Its often small, disregarded, or forgotten. But it matters.”

“The stranger thought it might be God himself had forgotten much from our pasts, events far distant, events of the same day. And if a thing is not in Gods mind, then what chance of it remaining in t...”

“For every inch of skin, there is memory. Devils are so made. Saints, too, if you believe in them. His humanity has been broken as an old walking stick that once held up a crippled man named Thomas....”

“It frightens me that I can't do anything sensible about it.""Are you scared that you'll wind up with a boring job where you have to see the same people every day and drink instant coffee?""I'm more...”

“She'd be dead before the memories and pain were finally gone; she knew it, accepted it, and dealt with it.”