Beautiful Redemption

Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.

I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.

There are lots of things we choose not to see. Doesn't mean they aren't there, even if we wish they weren't.

You need help, and that's what books are for.

Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.

I guess that’s the thing about a hero’s journey. You might not start out a hero, and you might not even come back that way. But you change, which is the same as everything changing. The journey changes you, whether or not you know it, and whether or not you want it to.

He saved the world, but he shattered mine.

What we had went so much deeper than a kiss. When we were together, she turned me completely inside out. It didn't matter if we were dead or alive. We could never be kept apart. There were some things more powerful than worlds or universes. She was my world, as much as I was hers. What we had, we knew. The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay. Anybody who's ever been in love can tell you that.

I love her beyond the universe and back. I love her from this world to the next.

There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt—it meant something.

Everything about me remembers everything about you

Flying or falling, it's up to us.

The things that are the most valuable are often the ones you don't even know exist. -- Xavier, The Gatekeeper

Even when I didn't know anything else about where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. You were my Wayward, even then. Everything always brought me back to you. Everything.

And you couldn’t control who you loved, even if you wanted to. That had been Genevieve’s problem with Ethan Carter Wate. It had been Uncle Macon’s problem with Lila, Link’s with Ridley. Probably even Ridley’s with Link. Love was how all these knots started to unravel in the first place.

It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?

bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met

These things are difficulties, not impossibilities. -- Macon

As I followed him along the sharp black stones, I could hear Link's voice in my head. "Bad move, man. He's gonna kill you, stuff you, and add you to his collection of idiots who followed him back to his creepy cave

There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt-it meant something. Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living. That's what I've learned. That's what I'm going to be doing from now on. Living. And loving, as sappy as it sounds

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

I am a friend. I have in my possession two thousand assorted buttons, eight hundred keys, and only one friend. Perhaps it is not something you can understand. I have not often been one before. I will be now.

A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.

words same as always same as nothing when nothing is the same

the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half

falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you

They shouldn't call death passing on. They should call it leveling up. Because the game only got harder once I lost. And I was more than a little worried it had only just begun.