Do not find peace. Find passion.

Boys are stupid and girls are trouble.

You can't be fixed. You can't be saved.

Pain is just a feeling, and feelings aren't real.

I must be made of nothing to feel so much nothing.

It doesn’t matter what we are. It matters what we do.

I feel something, I do it. I want something, I take it.

The thing about happiness, though, is that it never lasts.

Sometimes, the biggest secrets you can only tell a stranger.

If you expect the worst from people, that's exactly what you'll get.

Everyone's a little crazy. Some people just hide it better than others.

You're stronger than you believe. Don't let your fear own you. Own yourself.

Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.

I’ll walk forever with stories inside me that the people I love the most can never hear.

I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again.

Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look.

I knew one hundred little things about Noah Shaw but when he kissed me I couldn't remember my own name.

I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care.

The people we care about are always worth more to us than the people we don't. No matter what anyone pretends.

You could start a fire with the heat between you two. You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.

But when everyone tells you you're crazy and no one believes you when you swear you aren't, a small part of you will always wonder if they're right.

If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.

"What would you do if I kissed you right now?" I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I would kiss you back."

And that for every negative event or coincidence that has happened since, imagining that you triggered them, that you made them happen makes you feel like you possess a degree of control that you don't have.

My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me-it's the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn't smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it's important that you know, so you're not next.

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