How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

Lately I've been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

It was no coincidence, that fear could move a person to extremes, just as seamlessly as love. They were the conjoined twins of emotion: If you didn't know what was at stake to lose, you had nothing to fight for.

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

I knew that somewhere God was laughing. He had taken the other half of my heart, the one person who knew me better than I knew myself, and He had done what nothing else could do. By bringing us together, He had set into motion the one thing that could tear us apart.

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.

There are always sides. There is always a winner, and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.