“She had a mind like a box of fireworks and hands that played recklessly with matches.”— Michael Faudet, amazon.com
“There was something about her that is so unique and rare; she's raw and deep, fun and sensitive. She's a rock of strength and purity, but she's a monger of love and passion. Her heart beats because she wants to help others and see them shine. She's here to be the one that you can't forget; she's a w…”— Sylvester McNutt, instagram.com
“When I look at you I find it hard to believe that the whole universe had not conspired to bring you to life. I can't think of a more beautiful reason for it all to exist than for you in this day.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“Never the way she looked always the way she was I could have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“poetry to me is stumbling around in the dark searching for the right words to describe that feeling I get when she smiles in her sleep.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I felt her so intensely words seemed unfit I needed to paint her grab colors with my hands and throw it at the canvas 'there' I would point 'this is my love for you.''”— Atticus, instagram.com
“From the day we met to the day we died she would exist infinitely in my heart and mind.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“She turned my heart to ash arrived to me on a bright red comet a chariot to trample my soul into the sand leaving glass for me to walk upon— and yet I loved her feeling because it was a feeling and it was so finally true it hurt more than the rest had hurt before but inside it made me burn I was ali…”— Atticus, instagram.com
“She was herself and the world loved her for it falling for her truth just like I had.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I love her because she steals my socks, I love her because when I find her in them they never match, I love her because they are too big and they grey part for the heel sits far too high but she doesn't notice. I love her because she wears them to sleep and one always falls off and she wakes up in t…”— Atticus, instagram.com
“Holding her was never enough I needed to melt her into me to mix our colors like paint to fuse our atoms and make us one— but that as well would never be enough.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I fought my eyes to stay awake no dream was prettier than the way she slept.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“He painted over her scars with every color he could find until she lost them in the setting sun.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“It was the way the air smelled just as Lindsey began to jog away from him. The smell the perfume left behind. There's not a word for that in English, but Colin knew the french word: sillage. What Colin liked about Curve was not its smell on the skin, but its sillage, the fruity sweet smell of its le…”— John Green, Colin Singleton, amazon.com
“She had the sort of broad and guileful smile in which you couldn't help but believe—you just wanted to make her happy so you could keep seeing it.”— John Green, Colin Singleton, amazon.com