“Your heart is startlingly beautiful, Sophie.”

“Your heart is startingly beautiful, Sophie." - Ian”

“Sophie Price, you are devastatingly beautiful.”

“Fear, Sadness. They're not weaknesses. They are overpowering, defining emotions. They make you human, Sophie.”

“If we don’t make out of this alive, Sophie Price, I want you to know that I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. You’re it for me.”

“No one can know sincere happiness, Sophie, without first having known sorrow. One can never appreciate the enormity and rareness of such a fiery bliss without seeing misery, however unfair that may be.”

“And what is there to be joyful about?" I asked honestly, thinking on the images of dead children curled into themselves at the village. Another burst of silent tears streamed down."Life, Sophie. They still live. They breathe, they love each other, they find joy in the world around them for no other reason than because they are children. They are resilient. They will always rise above. Always. It is a curious facet of the innocent young.”