People know their feelings much sooner than they consciously accept them.

Part of falling in love with someone is actually falling in love with yourself. Realizing that you’re gorgeous, you’re fearless and unpredictable, you’re a firecracker spitting light, entrancing a hundred faces that stare up at you with starry eyes.

You can call it love, or you can call it freefall. They’re pretty much the same thing.

I see the lights every night. It seems like the whole world has figured out how to be happy, but no one’s letting me in on the secret.

Why did everything beautiful come from pain?

There’s something so terrible about wanting something you’ve already had. You know exactly what you’re missing. Your body knows precisely how to shape itself around the ache, the hollowness that wants to be filled.

I can’t hold on to you. You’re like a shooting star. Just a trail of fire in my hands.

You should love something while you have it, love it fully and without reservation, even if you know you’ll lose it someday.

That is all life is. Breathing in, breathing out. The space between two breaths.

There are moments, when you’re getting to know someone, when you realize something deep and buried in you is deep and buried in them, too. It feels like meeting a stranger you’ve known your whole life.