“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”

Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.

Life works best when we think of people as people.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood.

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

Grief does not change you, It reveals you.

There is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars.

The measure of a friendship is not its physicality but its significance.

God knows that’s what everyone else does.

You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

Poetry is just so emo.” he said. “Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

The good times and the bad times both will pass.

Don’t forget to tell these special people in your life just how special they are to you.

He didn’t like drama and I was fucking Shakespeare.

I know how our fingers would interlace. Like this and that. Delicate yet determined. As porcelain scales in serene movements. Iridescent in ways our thoughts could not convey. How beautifully we are made in the ways we trace out along soft skins the words that linger within us.

If I were a flower, you were the rain I was longing for.

Eternity is vague. Let me fill in the blanks with you.

Under the shadow of your skin, I find ancient secrets. They are now the truths I crave.

I wish I can still hold your hand like I used to. I wish you were still alive.

You touch me and a thousand different particles come alive beneath my skin.