There are some mechanisms that are so—so broken that they cannot be repaired.

One must try, everyday, to expand one's limits.

I realized that perseverence and step-by-step progress are the only ways to reach a goal along a chosen path.

If you do not overcome your tendency to give up easily, your life leads to nothing.

You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up.

I am, in the end, what you made me.

In difficult times, in dark times, some people shine.

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass.

I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.

Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".

I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.

There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.

Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.

But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?

Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.

Everything that happens to you matters to me.