One must weather the storm to spy the rainbows. 
People fight wars for power. But those who win are motivated by love. Never lose sight of that. 
Sometimes you have to allow yourself to be helpless. 
And her stare is a force I feel could shock my system like a defibrillator, restarting my heart. 
Not the way he looks, but specifically the way he looks at me threatens my inhibitions. It's all greedy yearning. 
He makes me weak and vulnerable and absolutely perfect in all of my flaws. Like a human. 
People who make mistakes are in the best position to make better choices. 
Get on with it. Talking to you melts my soul. 
There are two types of humans in this world: those who function so they can get something and those who function so they can give something. 
Rarely does the truth set us free. Usually it chains us to the earth like a ghost. 
You're the empire I'd protect. You're my reason for serving. I want you above all else. You're my freedom. 
I hope so too, and that is one of the most powerful ways to get anywhere. Hope 
Regret swallows broken men whole. Acceptance builds them anew. 
When I was born God made an awful error. He allowed me to live. 
I only ever save you because I can't live without you. My reasons are purely selfish. 
The way the big top looked right then expressed perfectly how she felt. Empty. Abandoned. Alone. 
No one actually likes wine. They just like being snotty about what they choose to get drunk on. 
You don't want to wake up and realize you could have been happy, that the risks would have been worth it, but you dwindled away your chances. 
What I want and what I have to do are incongruent. 
Toddlers really are daft with their inexperience and lack of communication skills. They all need to fucking grow up. 
He had felt their connection like one does a diamond and knows it's real and unbreakable. 
I know how it fees to plead. I know how it feels to wish someone would give you a chance to help them. 
I'm a heartless optimist. This combination could make me lethal, but mostly it has led to a successful hermit lifestyle. 
My heart is kerosene, my mind a match. I'm seconds away from igniting. 
Don't make loss in your life make you a loser. 
You know, sometimes even when two people love each other the universe still conspires against them, forces them apart. 
One of the many reasons I love libraries. Everyone is lost and not wanting to be found in a library. 
Three things are forever consistent: the passing of time, the rotation of the Earth, and the ringmaster of Vagabond Circus. 
What's the point in having one another if we're just going to allow each other to die when the time comes? 
We are only ever a thought away from changing a would-be destiny. 
I'm fairly certain God takes notes out of my book. He should. If he knows what's good for him. 
Why the fuck do you think I'm so tired?" I say to her. "Because you play too much online poker?" she says.
You can't force feed wealth. 
I wouldn't know what normal people do," she said, and curled her head down until it was resting on his chest, his heartbeat music to her ears. 
Sometimes you don't get to be who you are. 
Solutions aren't discovered, they're bloody created. 
He's my calm in commotion. He's the rebel smiling when the danger mounts. He's the guy daring to joke in the face of death. 
Second chances don't ever, ever come along. You go and seize them. 
It's hard to know someone so well and then meet them for the first time in their new life. 
The longer we confine ourselves to a place the more it imprisons us. 
I can't tell you how many times you've given my life meaning because the occasions have been too numerous. 
Denial has rented a room in my head and frequently stomps around slamming doors. 
Sometimes you can't tell people things because you know they won't hear you. 
Everyone treats you extra nice when they think you're about to die. 
Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I'd fight to protect, one I'd die to keep. 
He was a tornado, changing every second, beautiful and dangerous and unpredictable. But she loved storms. Always had. 
It's just like riding a bicycle. If you fall off, it hurts like hell. 
The world is whole only because some choose organization, otherwise it would fall to pieces. 
And his voice fell away, like it was sucked up by the night, his eyes emptied like the stars had robbed him of his soul. 
Love is really the most beautiful show. It can't rehearsed. It can't be planned. It is the product of magic. It is what Vagabond Circus is all about. 
The fastest way to heal is to bypass the drama and head straight for the solution. 
He's close enough to touch and too far away to reach. 
I don't want to know the answer, but I can't live without the truth. 