58 Quotes by Megan Miranda

Missing girls had a way of working their way into someone’s head. You couldn’t help but see them in everyone – how temporary and fragile we might be.

Do they not realize they have made me in her likeness? I think of what June is trying to lead me toward. What do they think I will do with it when I have no other options?

Because the thing about standing here in the middle of the mountains with the rain coming down, in a house your grandfather built, is that it’s too easy to notice how insignificant you are. How quickly you might go from something to nothing.

The past, boxed up and stacked out of sight. But never too far away.

There’s no pattern to falling in love. At least, nothing I can understand. Not something I could see beforehand. Not something I can decipher after, either. Trust can be earned, piece by piece, like links of a chain. But love is more like faith, or belief: it’s a leap. It’s hurtling over the edge of the cliff and trusting you will not drown.

But friends to call for the deep things, the things that live in the dark spaces of our hearts? Those people didn’t exist for me any longer.

The darkness lives in everyone. She knew this better than anyone. Everyone had two faces, and she looked deep into us until she found it.

Maybe hell was just an absence of something. A void waiting to be filled.

Time isn’t running out. It’s not even real,” he said, and I knew I had lost him – he was lost, circling in his own mind. “It’s just a measure of distance we made up to understand things. Like an inch. Or a mile.