What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.
The secret of happiness is freedom, the secret of freedom is courage.
You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.
I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first and not because you need me to help you, but because you need to kiss me.
You will be a great queen when you come back, you know. And someday you'll love me the way you love your wolf.
It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.
Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I'm not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?
She is a beautiful creature, but beauty doesn't equal good and it certainly doesn't equal sane.
What we do,our choices, that's what defines us.
It is warm within the mansions of Hel.
Home is where the heart is.
Zara. We all need to rescue and we all need to be rescued.
Why would I want to fit in?
Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.
That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.
That's when I realize how much I don't want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport..
Hate is a useless emotion.
We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can
It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself
It's just him and me and cookies.
... no one can ever save someone else, you know? We can only save ourselves. You know that, don't you?