A story isn’t a good one unless it has a good listener.

If we lose each other, we’ll meet where it’s spring.

If you have known someone your whole life, you can see them in the dark.

In love, there is no criticism. In love, there is no rationality.

Sometimes I can’t tell the difference anymore, between beauty and desolation. Isn’t that weird? Sometimes I don’t even know if I’m extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you.

Sometimes I don’t even know if I’m extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you.

Just a tiny little pain, Three days of heavy rain, Three days of sunlight, Everything will be alright, Just a tiny little pain.

Adults were always quick to tell her how much she looked like her mother, and how little like her father. Though Anna thought that on the inside she was much more like him. There was this strong, unbreakable will in her to fight for something, somwhere. But where? for what? and against whom?

She didn't know if this excitement was fueled by her ambition to find out something that nobody else knew. Or by the anticipation of finding out.

You didn't see us," she said to Anna..."I was... lost in thought," Anna replied."What were you thinking about?""You," Anna said. "Isn't that strange? I was thinking of you two so hard that I didn't see you.