Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

…nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.

Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.

As a girl, she had come to believe in the ideal man — the prince or knight of her childhood stories. In the real world, however, men like that simply didn’t exist.

The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here...

Life, unfortunately, doesn’t seem to care what we want.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

I gave you my heart, but it wasn’t enough.

I look into my heart and see the abyss looking back at me.”I won’t let you fall.

But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.

…maybe it’s only fitting that relationship that started with a lie would end with one.

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

When you love someone, it’s never over,’ Dr. Carruthers replied gently. ‘You move on, because you have to, but you bring him in your heart.

Nothing’s ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do.

I might appear confident and chatty, but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I don’t find funny, saying things I don’t really mean – because at the end of the day that’s...

Help me, Mikey, she wanted to say. I’m afraid. More afraid than you’d ever believe.’ And he’d take her hand and they’d fly across the rooftops and up into space and sit on some planet...

The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. And the more sorrows you carry.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to...

If a song’s meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones.

Whoever said that the past isn’t dead had it backward. It’s the future that’s already dead, already played out.

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.

If you simply ignored the feeling, you would never know what might happen, and in many ways that was worse than finding out in the first place. Because if you were wrong, you could go...