“Mad empty crazy lost dying... I was all of these things and nothing as well, because even though I breathed and moved, I was not alive.”

“Cassie: What would it cost me if I kissed him? What would it cost me if I didnt?”

“You and me, he echoed, tilting my face up to his. I stared back into his eyes. They were clear of sleep and nightmares now. Always. I told him, my lips curving into a smile. That had been his line ...”

“Mad – empty – crazy – lost – dying... I was all of these things and nothing as well, because even though I breathed and moved, I was not alive.”

“Cassie: What would it cost me if I kissed him? What would it cost me if I didn’t?”

“You and me,” he echoed, tilting my face up to his. I stared back into his eyes. They were clear of sleep and nightmares now. “Always.” I told him, my lips curving into a smile. That had been his li...”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”

“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.”

“Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.”

“So its true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”

“Your grief is something to be admired the pain of severance. A scar where something used to be.”

“For a long time things were so bad. Very bad. Dark even when there was light.The only thing that kept the dark back was the Forever Shiny Thing that was her secret...It is a word...the word hangs o...”

“If we cant feel into the heart of grief, we cant truly move on to experience hope and joy. We cant be present to what is now, and what is next, because we are bound by the loss and sorrow that hold...”