You’ve kept that fire burning all this time, despite all you’ve lost. There’s nothing stronger than that. Nothing.
She had dared to dream beyond what someone else had ordained her destiny to be, beyond what even the gods had destined.
He was so beautiful. I felt something catch in my chest and knew it was just him, taking my breath away.
Kissing her was like tipping over the edge of sanity.
Since I had met him, it had occurred to me that it would probably be amazing what we could all see and hear if we would just shut our mouths a little more, and stop trying to constantly hear our own voice.
I kissed her with all I had and everything I was worth, which, most likely, wasn’t very much right about then.
There is such a thin veil between love and hate.
You only throw a punch for two reasons: if someone hits you first, or to protect the honor of a woman.
But I want you to see me. An expression of vulnerability washed over his face. Now you can see me.
There has only ever been you. There. Will. Only. Ever. Be. You.
I am yours. I’ve always been yours. I’ll be yours here on earth, in Elysium. I’ll fight the gods if I have to. I’ll stand before them and declare.
You have faith in your own worth and the world won’t matter.
People always said things like, “Everything will work out,” or, “That won’t happen.” But what about when things didn’t work out? Or when the unthinkable did happen? You had to walk around with the knowledge that life could sweep the rug out from under you at any moment. It could, because it had.
Life brings us all to our knees at one point or another.
There’s a special place in hell for people who knowingly take advantage of others more helpless than them.
Life could injure you, but you could get up again if you were strong enough, and especially if you had the right person to help you out.
Sometimes the beginning of love is just a simple matter of proximity.
Sometimes tragic and awful can be funny, too. Sometimes it has to be.
Funny how different our lives were, and yet how similar our hearts felt.
Sometimes miracles – like love – arrived gently. Softly. Without fanfare. Without a lightning strike. For true miracles needed no such thing.