Every woman is an island covered in fog and surrounded by rocks and riptides and a lot of other hazards.
I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.
Love doesn’t want people to stay ignorant and frightened. Love doesn’t value obedience over all else. Love doesn’t judge and find some lives—or loves—more valuable than others. Love doesn’t use people and throw them away. Love stays, and makes you stronger, even when the person you love is gone.
It can be painful to listen to something so perfect for too long.
The boy is handsome, reckless, damaged- all the things young girls love before they grow wise enough to realize it isn’t smart to play with fire.
I wouldn’t care how small the world became as long as I had Cassia at the center of mine.
When we fall in love the first time, we don’t know anything. We risk a lot less than we do if we choose to love again.
If you let hope inside, it takes you over. It feeds on your insides and uses your bones to climb and grow. Eventually it becomes the thing that is your bones, that holds you together. Holds you up until you don’t know how to live without it anymore. To pull it out of you would kill you entirely.