“Before we had mouths or language or hope, we still had love. I know it’s not much. But my god, it’s beautiful and on so many days it is enough.”

Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it.

There is no justice in the world. You have to make your own, because believe me, the cosmos that gifted you the chaos, also created you with care.

You are not his princess. You are your own queen.

Girlhood is confronting the parts of you that you think are too dark for anyone to love.

If he truly loves you, he will love you when you are an ocean breeze but also when you are a summer storm. You were not made to be loved in parts. You were meant to be loved as a whole.

What do you do when you see a love so pure, so completely unwavering other than bow to it?

Burn every memory that does not help you grow. Destruction, too, can be necessary.

There is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats.

There is a knowing in her, she hears them say, that makes her untamable. She has known since she was a child that she is observant in a way that makes them uncomfortable.

Anxious people are resorceful, they need to know how to keep the sea of panic at bay so they do not drown.

When I was a little girl, I had a friend and sometimes I wondered if he was born on the day the Titanic sank.

I know how to handle noise better than I can handle silence.

All he knew was chaos and this mortal world was obsessed with order

Seek no homes in other people’s chests.

The greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.

The woman who tames fires and snakes and savours bones.

My love language is chocolate.

I do speak Mandarin, and I also relate to the hunger that China has for culture and architecture and style.

I do speak Mandarin, and I also relate to the hunger that China has for culture and architecture and style.

I do speak Mandarin, and I also relate to the hunger that China has for culture and architecture and style.

That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can’t say ‘No’ in any of them.

That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can’t say ‘No’ in any of them.

That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can’t say ‘No’ in any of them.

Those wounds stay with you, and you turn them into a language and a purpose.