“We are all broken in some way. But its all the shattered pieces that give us depth. Like stained glass, its how the pieces and colors fit together that truly makes us beautiful.”

“I’ve lost control of the simple act of being able to breathe. I’m hyperventilating. “I don’t need you to show me how to breathe,” I say. “You don’t?” He looks skeptical. “I think I can handle the s...”

“We are all broken in some way. But it’s all the shattered pieces that give us depth. Like stained glass, it’s how the pieces and colors fit together that truly makes us beautiful.”

“You honestly expect me to breathe in a world without air?”

“It had always been a breathtaking view, the kind that made him inhale and forget to exhale . . .”

“The more we talk about our troubles and our fears, the more life we breathe into them". HS/el”

“For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.”

“I was blind and heart broken and didn't want to do anything and Gus burst into my room and shouted, "I have wonderful news!" And I was like, "I don't really want to hear wonderful news right now," ...”

“This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.”

“I was afraid. Of getting hurt in other ways. To be truthful, I still am."His thumb stroked her cheek. "I would never hurt you.""I don't think you can promise me that." She squeezed his bruised fing...”

“Every night, I laid awake with your memories flooding through my eyes with the hope to be with you when sleep arrived.”

“The way to my heart shattered when you left me, but I was glad because your memories were invulnerable, locked inside my heart.”