She let me get away once, and the look on her face now says she’ll never let it happen again.

Sometimes the outside is safer than the inside.

The secrets I’ve kept from her are unforgivable.

Pain isn’t supposed to teach you anything. It only exists to hurt you.

I always assumed that the doubt would destroy me. But know I wonder if it’s the opposite of doubt that’s the dangerous thing – if instead, it’s the things we’re so sure of that have the power to undo us.

It’s possible to know – like really know – another human being. But I’m starting to think that most of us never even want to try and know another person until it’s too late to save them.

Whatever was a door slamming in your face; it meant I am annoyed but I don’t care enough to fight with you. In a lot of ways it was.

We think if we ask enough times, the answer will change.

There are worse things in this world than monsters, and somehow, they always manage to find me.

Pain isn’t supposed to teach you anything. It only exists to hurt you. And she should know that better than anyone.