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And maybe that's love, too - feeling the other person's hurts like your own.

Are you happy, Ivy?' he asks, surprising me. In my whole life, I don't think anyone ever asked me that question.

But I want to be better than the lessons they taught me. I want my love to be greater that my hate, my mercy to be stronger than my vengeance.

But recognizing the ridiculousness of an emotion and being able to master it are two very different things, I'm finding.

Even if most of the time we navigate so carefully we might as well be bombs trying not to explode, we are still always there, in each other’s paths. Just waiting for the moments we intersect.

He blows out a breath, takes a step toward me. The hallway is so narrow that I’m pinned between the wall and his body, heat rolling off him in waves. “Yeah,” he says, voice low. “I feel things.” His green eyes burn. It’s the most emotion I’ve seen from him so far, and I have trouble taking a full breath, my lungs compressed with tension. “That’s the whole point, Ivy. I want you to feel them, too.

How do you measure the life of one person against the greater good? Can it ever be the right thing to sacrifice an innocent person? And how do you know what the greater good really is?

I don't understand how the pain of losing him can be a pale shadow in comparison to the pain of finding him again.

I'm not sure how we got to this place, where a girl's only value is in what kind of marriage she has, how capable she is of keeping a man happy.

I want to be someone strong and brave enough to make hard choices. But I want to be fair and loving enough to make the right ones.

My father might not have held my hand or expressed his love openly, but he taught Callie and me that we had inherent values, that we were fully formed human beings without a boy by our side.

My mission is not to make him happy and bear his children and be his wife. My mission is to kill him.

No one controls who we turn into but us.

Now I understand - how sleep allows you to forget, but your pain wakes with the dawn, worse because for a split second you don't remember what you've suffered.

Often, when I am able to check out a book, I read it a dozen times before returning it, desperate to remain lost in the magic of someone else's story.

Roanoke girls never last long around here. In the end, we either run or we die.

Sometimes it's a revelation, even to me, how much more comfortable I am with cruelty than with kindness.

There are only two choices. Stay here and die. Or get up and see what happens next.

The scars are just something that happened to me. They aren't me. Not anymore.

You can't outrun what's inside of you. You can only acknowledge it, work around it, try and turn it into something better. I may not know exactly where I'm headed, but this time I'm choosing my own destiny.

You’re easy to read, Ivy, but the whole book of you is complicated.