What a strange world. We trade our days for things.

Come, my darling,it is never too late to begin our love again.

Break my heart and you will find yourself inside.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

A sky full of starsand he was staring at her. —ATTICUS.

Don't worry— you see, to some you are magic.

Love?! When a piece of broke heart hits you.

Time is all we have and don’t.