Brooke

“Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!”
― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

“All men are free and equal, in the grave,”
― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

“That's all I want. Just you and me. Always.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“He Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a crown of leaves, of thorns, of flames. His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent If we had ten thousand billion years.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium