Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death.
You cannot be with someone just because you don’t want to hurt him. You have your own happiness to think about.
Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.
If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another’s well-being is more important than one’s own.
I don’t need anything to get high. I’m high on life.
The world in your mind is as real as the world outside of it.
Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. “Thank you,” she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.
Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.
Bonds are like rules, they’re meant to be broken.
That was the thing about pictures – they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren’t the right ones.
Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?