“No matter how long it takes to heal...we share the same scars...”

“It doesn't matter how long it takes." She thought of him, of them, the lifetime already shared. "It's how long it lasts.”

“No matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you’ll never get through it without your friends.”

“They say that time heals all wounds. I've never believed that. Time may dampen the severity of a wound, but no true wound is ever completely healed. A scar lasts forever no matter how much Mederma you lather on it. The memory of a tattoo will be there long after you've had it burnt off.”

“I healed. Not completely. A scar is never the same as good flesh, but it stops the bleeding.”

“I don't cry because we've been separated by distance, and for a matter of years. Why? Because for as long as we share the same sky and breathe the same air, we're still together.”