“Lyndi patted my hand. “That’s how love is. You can’t predict it. You can’t fight it. Sometimes it comes softly. Sometimes it comes fast. Sometimes it’s easy and sometimes it’s hard. But always- always you have to fight for it.”Lyndi”
“The thing about the sun… is that it’s always there. Like sometimes, you can’t see it, but it never really goes away.”
“Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.”
“Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.”“Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.”
“Sometimes walls go up between friends and you can’t see the other side. And sometimes they come down. That’s just the way walls are, and they’re everywhere.”
“I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.”