“Loving the lost leads you into arctic sea's. By day you may find calming waves. But by night you fight ice berg's,… — Zachary Koukol Copy Share Image
I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began. — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share Image
