To a soul which is wide awake, the Judgment Day does not come after death.For that soul every day is a Judgment Day.The Judgment Day is every day, and one realizes this as one’s sight...

What do you want to trust me with tonight?”A sigh escaped forcefully, waving the white flag that I was a melted, scorched woman at those words. “Anything,” I whispered back.

I want to give you back your first kiss, the one that jerk stole fromyou. And I want it to be something that even a coma can’t make youforget.

Love finds you in the strangest places, and hope clings to us in the nooks and crannies we never think to look.