Violet’s eyes meet mine. I give her a look that tries to say, “What is wrong with these people?

Es war so, als würde ich ausatmen, nachdem ich viel zu lange die Luft angehalten hatte.

These people are the air I breathe and the blood I bleed. They are my courage. I will not let them down. I

I think you can do anything you put your mind to

It would be easier to forget you," he says to me, "and these past few weeks we've had together. It would be easier if I could hate you. But the sad truth is, I will more than likely love you for the rest of my life.

Hope is a precious thing, isn’t it,” she says. “And yet, we don’t really appreciate it until it’s gone.