And try to believe that maybe more light shines out of those who have the most cracks.
It suddenly occurred to me that Archer Hale had taught himself an entire language, but hadn’t had a single person to talk to. Until me.
Chiron’s wound symbolizes the transformative power of suffering–how personal pain, both physical and emotional, can become the source of great moral and spiritual strength.
There’s nothing any of us can do about the possibility of loss.
I try to believe that something beautiful can result from something ugly, and that there will come a time when I’ll get to see what that is.
I heard again and again that my and Archer’s story made people want to be better, to reach out to those no one else saw, to be friends to the friendless, to look at others more closely, and recognize pain when they came across it, and then to do something about it if they were able.
All the world’s a circus. Sometimes you choose your act and sometimes it’s assigned to you.
What I know, is that you walked through my gate that day and I lost my heart. But not because it could have been any girl–because it was you. I lost my heart to you. And, Bree, in case you’re wondering, I don’t ever want it back.
What’s on your happy list?
I think love is a concept, and each person has an individual word for them. My word is Bree.
Today may be a very bad day, but tomorrow may be the best day of your life. You just have to hang on until you get there.
I do go to hell. Every day. For you.
I think that when enough time has passed, when you’ve survived that which you didn’t imagine you could, there’s a dignity in that. Something you can own. A pride in knowing the pain made you stronger. The pain made you fight to succeed. Someday, when I’m living my dreams, I’m going to think of all the things that broke my heart and I’m going to be thankful for them. – TF.
You brought the silence, The most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, Because it was where you were. And now you’ve taken it away. And all the noises, all the sounds in the world, Aren’t loud enough to pierce my broken heart. I look up at the stars, endless and forever, and whisper, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me.
Half agony, half hope. Half pain, half ecstasy. Half grief, half joy. Half my downfall, half my savior.
Watch what people do when they think no one’s watching, love. That’s how you’ll know who they really are.
Because the problem is, you can’t shut off one emotion without shutting off all your emotions. You have to feel the pain if you’re going to feel the joy.
Sometimes my life felt so small. And I had to wonder why those of us who were given small lives, still had to feel pain so big.
As long as we’re both under the same moon, we’ll always find a way to each other.
I suffered, yes, but I realized I would happily suffer for you, because that’s what loving someone is. Willing to do anything for them, willing to make any sacrifice, suffer so they don’t have to. I loved you then, and I still love you now.