Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge.
Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.
In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.
—Ally Condie in Crossed
I'd forgiven him but my heart was still wounded.
—Abbi Glines in The Vincent Brothers
Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
—Barbara Kingsolver in The Lacuna