Miracles only grow where you plant them.

But you are proof that you can think you know someone yet never really know them at all.

Maybe you're not difficult to live with at all, maybe you're just a busy, successful, beautiful woman who won't settle for anything but the best.

Just as when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.

I’d live anywhere, - in one room, in the castle ruin right now – if it meant we could all just be together.

Hope like that, as I thought before, doesn’t make you a weak person. It’s hopelessness that makes you weak. Hope makes you stronger, because it brings with it a sense of reason. Not a reason for how or why they were taken from you, but a reason for you to live. Because it’s a maybe. A ‘maybe someday things won’t always be this shit.’ And that ‘maybe’ immediately makes the shittiness better.