114 Quotes by Leylah Attar

This is what he does to me. Open up the windows of my soul and push me out. Fly, dammit, fly!

Whenever Jack spoke of Lily, his entire profile softened. In those moments, his innately captivating presence was like a flame, kindled from within. For a second, I was completely jealous, because I had never lived in someone’s heart like that. And I wanted to. I wanted to make someone, someday, glow like that when they thought of me.

Sometimes heroes were found between the pages of a book, and sometimes they stood on a hill, their checkered togas fluttering in the wind, holding fort for the rest of us.

People will love you. People will hate you. And it always has more to do with them, than it does with you.

Losing someone you love tunes you in to the fragility of life – of moments and memories and music. It makes you want to embrace all the foolish, inarticulate longings that pull at your heart. It makes you want to grasp un-played notes of un-played symphonies.

Daddy?” said Lily. Her face was all lit up as she spoke into the phone. “I’m in the safe place now.

Some circles never close, some wounds never heal. Love is like that. It leaves you forever open, forever vulnerable.

But people’s eyes should never be so different that you no longer recognized their souls; they should never turn so hard that they shut all the doors to the past.

It’s strange how someone can walk into your life, shatter the windows, break down your doors, scatter your belongings, and then walk away without having the slightest inkling of the storm they’d brought.