I love my husband, but there’s nothing like a conversation with a woman that understands you. I grow so much from those conversations. I need my sisters.

There was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detatched, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.

If there is ever a tomorrow when we are not together there is something you must always remember: you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think, but most important of all, even if we are apart, I’ll always be with you.

I’m sorry I don’t think it’s gonna be okay this time—my heart has skipped its final beat.

You’re not a bad person. You’re a very good person, who bad things have happened to. Besides, the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.

She lives the poetry she cannot write

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that are concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was… And I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.

You’re a mistake I’d gladly repeat.