She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.

— John Mark Green

She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.

— John Mark Green

Sometimes it feels like you've set off a spectacular lightning show in my heart, and I wonder if other people can see the flashes through my skin.

— John Mark Green

Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I'm longing to explore.

— John Mark Green

The Ache That Would Not Leave Behind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something she could not easily put into words. It felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains, or coffee in a street café, set to the background music of a foreign language. It was the smell of the ocean, with dizzying seagulls whirling in a cobalt sky; exotic foods and strange faces, in a city where no one knew her name. She wanted secrets whispered at midnight, and road trips without a map, but most of all, she ached for someone who desired to explore the mysteries that lay sleeping within her. The truly heartbreaking part was that she could feel the remaining days of her life falling away, like leaves from an autumn tree, but still this mysterious person who held the key to unlock her secrets did not arrive; they were missing, and she knew not where to find them.

— John Mark Green

The door to her heart was locked up tight, but he could still see a faint glow escaping through the keyhole.

— John Mark Green

The self-righteous scream judgments against others to hide the noise of skeletons dancing in their own closets.

— John Mark Green

Things began happening with odd synchronicity, as if the universe itself was conspiring on behalf of their love story.

— John Mark Green

Through your eyes am learning to see myself. Through your heart am learning to love myself. In the chrysalis of your acceptance can feel myself becoming.

— John Mark Green

Unsightly If I strip my heart naked, you'll see all the unsightly scars, I'm afraid.

— John Mark Green