Could you love someone so much that, even without meaning to, you hurt them?

Most of the time, the words that were not written were the ones you needed the most.

He couldn't live a life worth saving, and he couldn't save a life worth living.

For the risk of it, for the sheer surprise of pressing one's nose to the glass and finding someone staring back on the other side.

They look up at me and see a rich lady in maternity clothes. They don't realize I am one of them.

Eli had learned long ago that you can stare right at something and not see what lies beneath the surface.

And in general, the residents of the town wondered why they all felt hollow just beneath the throat, the result of missing something they had never been able to name in the first place.

...People do belong to each other. Once you make a sacrifice for someone, you own part of his or her soul.

Ross was a firm believer that you could not force circumstance. You could buckle your seat belt, but still crash the car. You could throw yourself in front of an oncoming train, but somehow survive....

She believed that unadulterated devotion had its share of protective power, as if love were a steel grinder that Fates could not snip through. She also believed that the moment you relaxed your guard,...

Heroes don't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they don't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving....

That's because you've never been one. You haven't spent years wearing someone else's clothes, taking someone else's name, living in someone else's houses, and working someone else's job to fit in. And...

How could you beat an enemy you couldn't see?

When someone loves you up one side and down the other like that, you make every effort to stick around.

As anyone who's ever contracted it knows, lies are an infectious disease. They slip under the almond slivers of your fingernails and into your bloodstream.

He is dark and quiet and completely different from me, which is exactly why I should put distance between us. But it is also the reason I find him so fascinating.

Close a door, and you'd still feel a breeze through the window.

She thought of death like the seam of a hem: each time you lose someone close, it unraveled a little. You could still go along with your life, but you'd be forever tripping over something you...

Regret hung from the hem of everyone's lives, a rip cord reminder that what you want is not always what you get. Look at himself, outliving Aimee. Or Az, trying to find his daughter, only to have her...

Shelby believed that love was like a solar eclipse - breathtakingly beautiful, absorbing, and capable of rendering you blind. She had not necessarily gone out of her way to avoid a relationship, but...

The world is a place where the extraordinary can sit just beside the ordinary with the thinnest of boundaries; that even in environments inhospitable to man, all sort of entities might thrive.

History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.

Then they scrambled through the window and into the darkness, determined to turn themselves into what they were not.

She understood what it was like to stand right in front of people you loved, even though they could not see you.

Life was all about being in a certain place, at a certain time.

Words, for all they were flimsy and invisible, had great strength. They could be fortified as a castle wall and sharp as a foil. They could bite, slap, shock, wound. But unlike deeds, words couldn't...

I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.

Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again?