"How silently the heart pivots on its hinge."

"I want a scar that looks just like you."

"In this world, love has no color, yet how deeply my body is stained by yours."

"Our time together feels like a storm, like wild wind and rain, like something too big to handle but too powerful to escape. It blows around me and tangles my hair, leaves water on my face, makes me know that I am alive, alive, alive. There are moments of calm and pause as there are in every storm, and moments when our words fork lightning, at least for each other."

"This kiss is a million kisses. This kiss is every kiss. Our lips seem to press together with the force of ten thousand hurricanes, and when his tongue meets mine it feels like the softest electricity: a million-volt shock happening in slow motion, one electron at a time, where each electron is the size of the sun."

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"That’s the thing about pain,” Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. “It demands to be felt."

"As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."

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"After their big fight last night, he found this Post-It note in her handwriting stuck to his wallet on the dresser: “Time wounds all heels."

"I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds — but I think of you always in those intervals."