Life is pointless. Love is pointless. And still, wouldn’t I do every second of it all over again?”
“I’m guessing yes.“
“Undoubtedly. Yes.

There’s always room for love. Even if it’s as small as a crack in the door.

Whatever happened, I'd met my person, the one my soul connected to.

Books were a safe place, a world apart from my own. No matter what had happened that day, that year, there was always a story in which someone overcame their darkest hour. I wasn't alone.

Wanting to cry doesn't mean you can.

It turns out I'm terrible at staying away from you. It's a very serious problem."
I smiled. "Have you really tried?"
He pretended to think about it. "Well, no. And don't expect me to start." -America and Maxon