Jessica Sorensen quotes:

Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away

You left me, ripped out my heart, and then came back acting like a robot, and you know what? We made it through. You and I, good or bad, belong together. We make each other whole.

It's because you aren't thinking very clearly tonight." "I know. Being Drunk is weird." "Oh my god. I love you so much. Especially when you say stuff like that." "Like what?" "Nothing. Never mind. Although I'm dying to know why your shoe is green.

You're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble." "Why?" "Because of her right there. Do you know what Daisy would do if you ever cheated on her." "Move on to the next guy that told her she has nice tits." "Okay, you're probably right on that one.

I've missed you, Ella May

People say that time heals all wounds, and maybe they're right. But whit if the wounds don't heal correctly, like when cuts leave behind nasty scars, or when broken bones mend together, but aren't as smooth anymore? Does it mean they're really healed? Or is it that the body did what it could to fix what broke...

At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.

That'd be walking into dangerous territory," he says, getting up from the sofa. "Luke is not a morning person.

Quinton: I think if every person had a Nova Reed in this world, then life would be a little sunnier.

I'll always be with you, inside and out," she reads. "Through hard times and helpless ones, through love, through doubt.

But sometimes stuff happens and we find ourselves lost, and suddenly we're standing in a place we don't recognize and can't remember walking-or falling-there, and we're unsure how to get back or if we even want to.

Seize the day, take hold of it, and make it whatever you want.

Just last night everything had seemed perfect. Well, not perfect. The world was still being tortured with Fey and Lost Souls, but, between Alex and me, everything was amazing. We were connected in every single way possible and not like how we were when we had the Stars energy in us. Everything was raw, breathtaking, moving, blissful. And then poof, once again the feelings are gone. Because hes gone.

I'm with you because I want to be with you

Don't be sorry, Callie,' he says with a heavy-hearted sigh. 'You have your own sad story.

I've never walked home wearing just a pink robe and a pair of slippers.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

And I don't want you to be anywhere but here

Alright, manly man, he saysGo prove that you're a man.

When it all comes down to it, it's just me and her against the world. Always has been.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me--the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.

In the existence of our lives, there is a single coincidence that brings us together and for a moment, our hearts beat as one.

He knows what I'm about to say--he always does. He is my best friend, my soul mate. In a perfect world, full of roses and sunshine we'd be together, but this is full of broken.

Even though the odds are in my favor, doesn't mean they'll end up that way. First rule of cards. And of life.

I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.

I'm pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn't already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.

Sometimes the best things are the ones that aren't planned, the decisions made while living in the moment.

You don't forget. You just move past it. Let go. Be who you were supposed to be instead of who they make you feel like you should be

He tastes like mint and need, as he overpowers me with his tongue.

When his lips return to mine, it's not just about lust or desire - it's about making us whole.

I try not to laugh at the fact that even when she's drunk, she has a hard time saying it. "Where do you want me to take you?" She drops her head back against my chest. "You can just keep carrying me. It's very relaxing.

Life is full of luck, like getting dealt a good hand, or simply by being in the right place at the right time. Some people get luck handed to them, a second chance, a save. It can happen heroically, or by a simple coincidence , but there are those who don't get luck on a shiny platter, who end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, who don't get saved.

That's because you loved me. You just didn't know it yet." "You didn't know it either. You were just as blind as me.

That okay. I'll go find somewhere else to sleep." Her fingers wrap around my arm. "You don't have to go anywhere. I feel safe with you.

I sometimes feel like life is just one big test to see how long we can survive.

How can you want to touch me after what I did?" "How can I ever not want to touch you?

I fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.

For the rest of my life?" His voice softens. "Do you want that, Ella May? Do you want me eternally, infinitely, forever, till death do us part?

Just because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance.

Pretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you're secretly glad to be pressed up to my body.

The vertical lines that run down his forearms are the most disturbing, thick and jagged as if someone took a razor to his skin. I wish I could run my fingers along them and remove the pain and memories that are attached to them.

Liar's such a strong word. I prefer to think of it as me omitting some of the details" - Alex

It hurts to be around life. People don't understand how close death is, right over their shoulders, around the block, at the end of a street. It's everywhere.

I thought I'd saved Kayden that night at the pool house, but I was wrong. I just bought him time until the next windstorm swept through.

Because people fear those who are different. And fear can make people do stupid things.

Isn't everyone hiding something?

Always ask for the truth. Just make sure the time is right.

I cling to him like he's what keeps me thriving. Because he is.

No, but I've never been one for wise ideas," he says. "I believe in irrational, fleeting decisions that keep life interesting. And life needs to be interesting because we've got only one of them to live.

Maybe if I try hard enough, we'll fall into each other and become one single person and we can share our pain instead of carrying it by ourselves.

You're like my favorite song, Nova. The one that I never want to forget. That I want to play over and over again.

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

In the existence of our lives, there are many coincidences that bring people together, but there's only one person that will own your heart forever.

People are running to and from class and I just want to yell, Slow down and wait for the world to catch up!

How am I supposed to move forward in life when everything important to me is motionless?

I swear love is the most powerful emotion thats ever existed. It owns people, devours them, tears them open and bleeds them out from the inside, making them defenseless to everything. Hate is the same way. Hate takes your levelheadedness and even your sanity away from you.

I love you, Ella May," I whisper, kissing her cheek. "And one day I want to be doing this exact same thing at our wedding.

Love you more than life itself, more than the sun and the air. You own my soul, Ella May. Micha

I realize that even through the hard times I'm sure we'll face, I'll never be able to walk away from her. -Micha

I think the people who go through more can end up stronger in the long run. They have insight in to what a lot of people don't have and a better understanding"?they can be more open-minded. - Ella's mother

Actually I'm taking her for a ride," I say slyly, inching my hand up the back of Ella's leg and she slaps the back of my head playfully. "I'm taking you for a ride in my car. And you think I'm the pervert.

He laughs, sucking his lip ring into his mouth. "I promise I'll go easy on you." A naughty feeling dances inside me. "What if I don't want you to go easy on me?

Death. It's around more than people realize. Because no one wants to talk about it or hear about it. It's too sad. Too painful. Too hard. The list of reasons is endless.

I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.

I can handle scars, especially ones that are on the outside." I understand his meaning from the depths of my heart.

One of the stall doors swings open and a fortyish-year-old woman walks out tucking her shirt into her jeans. Her heavy lined eyes land on Seth. "This is the women's restroom." She points a finger to the door. "Can't you read?" "Can't you see that everyone in this club is about twenty years younger than you?" Seth retorts, turning to the mirror. With his pinkie, he messes with bangs. "Now if you'll excuse us, we're going to have some fun.

No one has ever needed me before because I've never let anyone that far in.

Alright, manly man," he says. "Go prove that you're a man.

I'm conflicted. On one hand, I want to stay in and catch up on The Vampire Diaries, but there's this really awesome restaurant I've been wanting to try out.

It's a moment I'll remember forever, because it belongs to me.

There is something about someone trusting you enough with their secrets that it makes it easier to trust them. It's like they're opening their heart and in return yours should open up to them, too.

But I trusted him once and I decide to do it again. I just pray to God he doesn't shove me down and break me, because I'm already in too many pieces and I just don't know how much more breaking I can take.

Even though I knew she wasn't going to jump, seeing her standing on the ledge made me realize that I want and need her in my life forever. She challenges me, pushes me, and pisses me off, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

So she searches for light, only to realize it's in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

See, the same old Ella still lives." He grins"¦ "She just needed a little push out.""¦ "No, she doesn't. She's gone forever." "Try all you want, but I'm bringing her back,

Stay here, baby "¦ Trust me, okay? Don't run.

The guy behind the counter scratches his neck. "Are you being serious?" Her face is stoic. "Absolutely. I never kid about teddy bears.

Please don't go. I just got you back

I've been at the place where it seems like the only way left is down.

Its's just that... this is the realest thing I've had in a long time and it scares me a bit.

Stay here, baby" he whispers, like he can read my thoughts. "Trust me, okay? Don't run

You think that just because you left, it would change how I feel? Well, guess what? You're wrong. I can't help how I feel. I'm still in-

Come with me somewhere. Please. I've been waiting eight months to talk to you

There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.

I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?

Kayden: Yeah, but you're a girl. Me: Oh, I forgot for a sec. Thanx for reminding me. Kayden: I haven't forgotten at all. In fact, it's all I think about all the time. Me: That I'm a girl?? Kayden: That ur a girl I very badly want to touch right now

But we all make mistakes. It's how we fix them that makes us who we are.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.

Just because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance. And I figured I'd give it to you one day when you realized it was okay to make mistakes.

You can't just change who you are on the outside and expect it to change who you are on the inside.

Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

Four wings, two hearts, but only one soul. They connect in the middle, but are separated by a thin line of ash. Its what brings them together, yet rips their feathers apart. They can never truly be together as light and dark. Unless one makes the ultimate sacrifice. Blows out their candle, and joins the other in the dark. Or if the other dares to fly across the line and steals the others light And force them to cross over the line and join the darkness of life. Im not gone, princess. I will come back for you until you give in.

In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. The Reaper of Death, the Angel of Life. They walk together in day and night.

I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.

When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.

I often wonder what drives people to do things. Whether it's put into their minds at birth, or if it is learned as they grow. Maybe it's even forced upon them by circumstances that are out of their hands. Does anyone have control over their lives or are we all helpless?

No. I just never wanted to throw them away. Even if they were broken. I still loved them.

I just don't see the point of talking unless there's something to say.

Are you talking to her or me, because I just can't tell

The first time I'd ever felt happy-and I mean ever-was when I'd been lying in my bed, staring out my window, watching the stars shine harmoniosly with one another.

I won't let that night ruin you forever." But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.

It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.

I've never felt like this before, with anyone. It's against the rules of surviving.

I let my head fall forward into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "Now what do we do?" He's quiet for a while and I finally lean back to look him in the eyes. He appears conflicted by something and then he sets me down on the ground, lacing his fingers through mine. "Should we see where the wind takes us?" he asks. I stare at my hand in his and then look up at him. "That sounds good to me.

He stops rocking the cage. "Oh, come on, Callie. It won't be fun if we don't rock it. In fact, the more we rock it, the better it'll feel." His voice drops to a deep whisper. "We can rock it nice and slow or really, really fast."... "Do I have your permission to rock away and give you the ride of your life?" Why does it feel like he's secretly talking dirty to me? "Yeah, go ahead, rock it nice and hard," I say without thinking, then bite down on my lip as the dirty section of my brain catches up with me. Honestly, I didn't even know that side existed.

You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

Everyone will hurt you if you let them in.