...so when you didn't mention marriage again I assumed that you had been talking idly, the way men do when they're feeling romantic.
What is it like to wear another person’s skin?” “I don’t have a good answer for that,” I said. “It hurts.” “Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt?
I am more than my scars.
I envy all suffering, because suffering is necessary to become spiritually beautiful.
Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.
