Wasn’t that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted.
— Abraham Verghese, Cutting of the Stone (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.
— White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via literarylines)
The first boy I fell in love with didn’t know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.
— Holly Black, author of White Cat (via tu-hao)