A lights-off girl? Hell, no. You’re a spotlight girl. You just need to stop looking through your eyes and use mine.

You give me moments, moments where I don’t remember I’m sick, moments where only we exist. They’re like tiny presents sprinkled throughout my life.

In death you find your freedom, but it is life where you are truly free.

Welcome to the land of the living sweetheart. Everyone’s messed up. It’s what makes us human.

I knew I wanted you. I knew I wanted to marry you. I knew I wanted to spend my life watching that smile, gazing into those eyes.

Fear is a tool not a weakness.

I didn’t want someone saying it was going to be okay. See, that’s the worst thing you can do to a girl. Say it’s going to be okay when she knows it’s not, when she’s knows that the only real ending to the story is heartache.

Everyone is afraid of dying. The hardest part is never admitting we’re mortal, but coming to terms with the fact that we have no control over how long we’re given.

Please tell me that you’ll do that to me in bed sometime. I love a good... tackle.

You’re mine, Blake, you hear me? Mine.” “Yes.” She gasped, pulling my head down, her lips meeting mine with desperation. “Yes.