amy-harmon

Why don__ you focus on where you__e going and less on where you came from?

True beauty, the kind that doesn__ fade or wash off, takes time. It takes pressure. It takes incredible endurance. It is the slow drip that makes the stalactite, the shaking of the earth that creates mountains, the constant pounding of the waves that break up the rocks and smooths the rough edges. And from the violence, the furor, the raging of the winds, the roaring of the waters, something better emerges, something that would otherwise never exist.And so we endure. We have faith that there is purpose. We hope for things we cant see. We believe that there are lessons in loss, power in love, and that we have within us the potential for a beauty so magnificent that our bodies cant contain it.

You act like beauty is the only thing that makes us worthy of love.

She wondered how it would feel to be beautiful and have it taken away. How much harder would it be than never knowing what it felt like in the first place?

Maybe the secret to happiness is simplicity.

People who are afraid of the truth never find it.

I have all the power, but you will destroy me. __nly your walls, Lark._ He deepened the kiss, licking into my mouth as if he knew he__ find me there hiding from him.

Fern: How would you know? Have you ever been nobody? Ambrose: Everybody who is somebody becomes nobody the moment they fail.

He was right that I was afraid. But I didn__ think I was afraid of the truth. I was afraid of believing something that would destroy me if it turned out to be a lie.

Why are you so angry?__is question surprised me, and I laughed a little. __his isn__ angry,_ I smirked. __his is just me. Get used to it.