I, myself, often wished to be spared the expectation of better days ahead or such.
They're only trees. Only trees. Whose afraid of lonely trees?
If people did not fear me so, how could anyone tolerate me?
What can I say? Death is messy. And she had it coming.
Memory chooses to preserve what desire cannot hope to sustain.
Time itself is created through deeds of true kindness.
Doesn't love have to be tested by reality and time, or else isn't it only a dream?
If a tree is bent, every goat will jump on it.
One eye is open to all truth, the other closed to all deception.
Every gift is held by two hands: the one that gives, and the one that takes away.
Reading was not a fallback position for her but an ideal state of being.
Once you read something, you can't erase it from your brain.
Not everyone's life will be a great love story.
Age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.
Youth is feeling seventy years old, misanthropic, and ready to die at fifteen
We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone.
I inhale hope with every breath I take.
Ye'll never best your fears until ye face them
There is justice in the world, Peter Lake, but it cannot be had without mystery.
My relationship with him was defined by these complex emotions, this mixture of gratitude and resentment.
We have to make mistakes, it's how we learn compassion for others.
