Never limit yourself to what you can't do, but to what you have the power to do with what you have.

I doubt I was much of a storyteller, but I would have put that smile in my book. On page 104, right next to the image of the Ward. I would have written it on my heart. I would have proofread it a thousand times under a thousand moons until a thousand tears thoroughly rationalized what it meant to me. Each time for when I’d met the darkness, and then succumbed. The smile read “you can’t break me’”—bold and in italics.

You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It's an absence--a loss of a heartbeat.

Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

Everything and everyone has a place to be, Echo. It’s just a matter of how they get there and when. You have a place; you just have to find it.

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

Stop setting yourself on fire for people who just stand to watch you burn.

And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

I can't explain my feelings for him...they're strange. But he says it is why we are so much alike, why I dream of him. He calls it The Craving.