The cost of growth is always a small act of violence.

I don't know what he means by that, but I nod and smile at him. You'd be surprised at how far that response can get you in a conversation where you are completely confused.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

Disaster was an avalanche, gathering speed with such acceleration that you worried more about getting out of its path, not finding the pebble at its center.

Can you fall for someone because you're lazy?

I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live.