I’m scared and I don't say that often, but I can't stand the fact that you could hurt me. I don't like being close, but I love it. you're my everything and I hate it because you have everything you need to break me. and I’m not saying you will, but I’m scared.

what you feel is what you are and what you are is beautiful

this night you shall behold him at our feast. read over the volume of young paris' face and find delight writ there with beauty's pen. this precious book of love, this unbound lover to beautify him, only lacks cover. so shall you share all that he doth possess, by having him making yourself no less.

because when I close my eyes and drift away I think of you and everything's okay I’m finally now believing that maybe it's true that I can't live without you

a genius is someone who shoots at something no one else can see and hits it.

everything will be okay if it's alright with you then it's alright with me baby let's take this time let's make new memories do you remember all of the times we had

is love a tender thing? it is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn.

I’ve found that the more you try to impress other people, the less impressive you become. the cooler you attempt to look, the more ignorant you seem. the more knowledge you boast about, the more foolish you come off. however, when you find that niche in your personality, you can become comfortable; if you can roll with it and be happy, you'll grow to be confident and sincere. you realize you don't have to prove yourself to other people and for that, they will respect you. and you gained their respect through being and respecting your own person. once you appreciate all the wondrous things you can do independently, people will gravitate to that self-confidence and maybe, after improving yourself, someone will be inspired, and grow into their own person, too.

maybe you would have been something I’m good at.

I appreciate that, but maybe you're looking out for your interests just a little bit more. I mean, you shouldn't be asking people to come down here and pay the freight on something they paid, it still isn’t good enough. I mean, you think that's right? I mean, maybe you're doing your job, but why you got to stop me from doing mine? 'cause if you're willing to go through all the battling you got to go through to get where you want to get, who's got the right to stop you? I mean, maybe some of you guys got something you never finished, something you really want to do, something you never said to someone, something... and you're told no, even after you paid your dues? who's got the right to tell you that, who? nobody! it's your right to listen to your gut, it isn’t nobody's right to say no after you earned the right to be where you want to be and do what you want to do!... you know, the older I get, the more things I got to leave behind; that's life. the only thing I’m asking you guys to leave on the table... is what's right.

I want a serious girlfriend. somebody I can love, that's going to love me back. is that psycho?

it's like the hidden secret that no one tells you. we can all be beautiful girls. it's like Dorothy clicking her heels to go home. you could do it all along.

that, my friend, is the key to leadership. not only knowing you're right, but convincing everyone else. if you can do that, the world's your oyster.

can I pull my arms around you? cause I’d sure like to. I’ll be the bright side of your bad day. I’ll be the bright side of your bad night. I’ll be the bright side of your bad day, if you'll be mine.

I’ll do anything and everything for that perfect moment. that moment where the world stops, where you feel like you're floating. when you feel like it only goes up from here, where everything seems perfect and until I reach that moment, I haven't found the perfect guy.

all the things that I wish that I had not said are played in loops till it's madness in my head.

accident rules every corner of the universe... except, perhaps, the chambers of the human heart.

we always seem to be on the run. we haven't spoken in so long. we can't get past the "how are you?" we aren't talking like we used to.

lately I’ve been wandering off the narrow path. you've given me so many things that I’ve never had and all in all, I know it's you that always pulls me through. if you reach deep inside you'll see my heart is true.

I believe in the magic of books. I believe that during certain periods in our lives we are drawn to particular books- whether it's strolling down the aisles of a bookshop with no idea whatsoever of what it is that we want to read and suddenly finding the most perfect, most wonderfully suitable book staring us right in the face. unblinking. or a chance meeting with a stranger or friend who recommends a book we would never ordinarily reach for. books have the ability to find their own way into our lives

"in the last few days, you've made me feel... alive. you made me feel beautiful and intelligent and wanted, and no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to tell you how much that's meant to me."

there are so many people out there who will tell you that you can't. what you've got to do is turn around and say, "watch me."

I don't think rationally anymore, and I don't want to.

I’m scared of not being with you.

I never loved anybody fully, always one foot on the ground. and by protecting my heart, I got truly lost in the sounds. I hear my mind in all these voices. I hear my mind in all these words. I hear my mind in all this music, and it breaks my heart.

memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them, or hold them. they were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.

I really do have love to give, I just don't know where to put it.

we all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. when we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it's easier. sometimes we find our own way out. but regardless, always, we are found

you have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover is yourself.

when I close my eyes and drift way, I think of you and everything's okay.

you yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.

turn the music up, and roll the windows down, and just drive.

I don't like to do what people expect. why should I live up to other people's expectations instead of my own?

you have to believe in yourself, because I believe in you and I don't want to be wrong.

help me remember the way that we used to be; when nothing else mattered because you were loving me.

let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

it hurts more than anything when the memories that were keeping you together become the reason you're completely falling apart.

serious relationships are not something anyone should really be actively looking for because sometimes, the best relationships happen only by accident. I was beginning to see though, that the unknown wasn't always the greatest thing to fear. the people who know you best can be riskier. the words they say and the things they think have the potential to be not only scary, but true, as well.

just let it die with no goodbyes. details don't matter; we've both paid the price. tears in my eyes, you know sometimes it'd be like that, baby. now every time I see you I pretend I’m fine. when I want to reach out to you but I turn and I walk and I let it ride. baby, I must confess, we were bigger than anything. remember us at our best and don't forget about us.

I want to dive head first into your arms, give into your good looks and charms. sleep all day and love all night; forgive every stupid, petty fight. I want to do more than sit and remember. I want to relive all the moments that you made me shiver.

I just want them to know that they didn't break me.

to those who have given up on love, I say, "trust life a little bit."

that it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

as you get older, there comes a time when you're not scared of the dark or monsters anymore. you realize the dark is just the dark and monsters don't exist. but it's also when you become scared of other things, people themselves. you learn that not everyone wants to see you succeed. you become aware of people's underlying intentions and selfish actions. and the monsters you check for under your bed at night don't even compare to some of the things people do.

a smile is always in style.

a hundred days have made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face. a thousand lights have made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same. but all the miles that separate, they disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face.

there’s good and bad things in each day, what matters is what you make of those situations and how you view them. you can learn from every mistake and find the joy that comes from a new life, or you can complain about your life day in and day out hoping someone drops you a sympathetic comment. sooner or later, you have to come to the point where you stop feeling sorry for yourself and start finding the reasons you’re here. your talents are unlike anyone else’s. embrace them.

it's not what you look at that matters. it's what you see.

I am one of the searchers. there are, I believe, a million of us. we are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. we continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. we continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. we like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing notion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. we like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. to share our sadness with one we love is perhaps a great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.

I’m not always as confident as I seem. there are many nights and many days when all I want is to be held. I love being held. always. sometimes I don’t want to talk about what is bothering me. sometimes I just want a hug. someone who will let me cry. I like when boys cry in front of me - when people aren’t afraid to show what they’re really feeling. I don’t like when people run from their true feelings because it doesn’t do anyone any good. I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I am not naive. I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I am all too familiar with what it means to be hurt. I know what it’s like to see something funny and not laugh. I’ve been taken advantage of, used, and abused. my feelings have been blatantly disregarded. but I still believe that all people are good at heart. and my trust in people has not diminished. to be completely honest, I hope it never does. ever.

feels so different being here. I’m so used to being next to you. life for me is not the same; there's no one to talk to. don't know why I let it go too far. starting over, it's so hard. seems like everywhere I try to go I keep thinking of you. I just had a wakeup call, wishing that I never let you fall. baby, you're not to blame at all when I’m the one that pushed you away. baby, if you knew I care you never would've went nowhere. girl, I should have been right there.

what's worse than wanting something you can't have? it's not knowing what you want. wishing on all the stars in the sky for the answers to your questions, for something to believe in... someone to hold. having absolutely no control over yourself, being caught up in a place you wish you were miles away from. being stuck somewhere between the past and the future, nowhere near where you should be - in the present. stuck in yesterdays and tomorrows, so far from home, far from everything you know and love. the uncertainty could just tear you to bits.

suddenly the world seems such a perfect place, suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste; it all revolves around you.

see you're not what I expected, but you're the only one who knows how to handle me.

here's the story of a girl living in a lonely world. a hidden note, a secret crush, a little boy who talks too much. well, I’m standing in the crowd and when you smile I check you out. but you don't even know my name; you're too busy playing games. and I want you to know if you lose your way I won't let you go.

the best protection any woman can have is courage.

you have to pick one person and make it work.

make up your mind, before I have to. I’ll be leaving and no one will be there to catch you when you fall.

along the way I’ve learned that you can't let anyone in too far, and you can't trust endlessly. the biggest mistake you can make is to care or love someone more than yourself because then you are just setting yourself up for disappointment. boundaries are necessary so that you can protect yourself, because once you're broken, you'll never be fully fixed.

guess what I learned the other day? this thing called quantum entanglement... there are subatomic particles millions of light years away from each other that are still moving in perfect

sweet disposition never too soon. oh, reckless abandon like no one's watching you.

so when you say forever, can't you see you've already captured me?

the winner says, "it may be difficult, but it's possible." the loser says, "it may be possible, but it's too difficult."

don't believe? you don't succeed. and if you don't apply, you won't achieve. you keep your head up high, feet down low. follow your heart till you get to the door. bells and wheels and wheels away, never trust a soul. I’m here to say: stop depending on and be yourself and grab a hold and don't look left. so take a swing and here's your chance, you got nothing to lose so make a stance. the clock is ticking and time isn’t waiting. all alone, see that's what your facing.

if she loves you, if she really loves you, you'll know it. if you can wake up at her staring at you and it's not even mildly creepy, if you catch her smelling the shoulder of the hooded sweatshirt you lent her for an autumn walk at the beach, and not for b.o., if she makes you a pancake in the shape of a shark, if she calls you drunkenly at four in the morning "to talk", if she laughs at your jokes when they're funny and makes fun of you when they're not. if she keeps her fridge stocked with Guinness tallboys for when you come over, if she tells you how she wishes she were closer to her sister and that her dad makes her sad: she loves you, of course she loves you.

nobody is perfect. everyone has their own little idiosyncrasies. some people call those imperfections, but no; that's the good stuff.

I hate those endless descriptions of a heroine's physical attributes. it really bothers me how in books it seems like the only two choices are perfection or self-hatred. as if readers will only like a character who's ideal -- or completely shattered.

"tell him yes," she said. "even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no."

happiness is being in the arms of someone you love, knowing neither of you want to be anywhere else.

only then do I acknowledge that what I am feeling might actually be true happiness. even joy. over the past several days, when I have felt the beginnings of this emotion tugging at my heart, it has crossed my mind that the key to happiness should not be found in a man. that an independent, strong woman should feel fulfilled and whole on her own. those things might be true. and without him in my life, I like to think I could have somehow found contentment. but the truth is, I feel freer with him than I ever did when I was single. I feel more myself with him than without. maybe true love does that.

I don't want to say it's breaking my heart. and I don't know where to start. old friends are falling apart.

be yourself. what a cliché, we hear it over and over in literature, fairy tales, songs, but we still don't get it. it might be because we dream, we don't worry whether the dream is worthy of us, but if we're worthy of the dream. so we lose our identities in order to chase what we want, but if we can stay proud of who we are and not run from ourselves, then maybe your dreams, like a prince with a glass slipper, will come find us.

the most important thing I realized lately is that painful breakups, unrequited love, shitty jobs and the like help us to build character. and that no matter how bad it fails, we are much better off because of it.

lift your head, baby, don't be scared of all the things that could go wrong along the way. you'll get by with a smile. you can't win at everything but you can try.

the girl I want to be is: beautiful, successful, and heartless.

nobody else knows me by heart, takes me where I can reach the stars, makes me believe in love the way you do.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all, I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

you can't experience being alive without realizing that you have to die. but it's just as impossible to realize you have to die without thinking how incredibly amazing it is to be alive.

I will show you love like you've never loved before. I will go the distance and back for more, if you just say the word.

no one knows what the result will be when two people meet, and no one knows when the fall in love if they will always be able to stay that way. but to feel that way at all, even for a minute, to find love and connection in a world gone mad, in my book, those are the lucky ones. and if it can't last forever, then the best they can hope for is the honesty to face up to it when it ends.

if only you could see how she sees you through her eyes. honestly, you don't deserve her; not anymore.

what he offered wasn't really an apology at all, and it didn't make me feel any better. of course, nothing really could.

hope begins in the dark; the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. you wait and watch and work: you don't give up

sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. sometimes you love them more.

it's okay to fail - learn from it and you will succeed.

what he does to my heart, he'll never know.

if you give off signals that you don't want to belong, people will make sure you don't.

from where I’m standing you're the quiet side of the road. you're looking so lonely and I can't stop looking at you. your head is hanging, trying to beat those goodbye blues; I bet you'll be fine. I bet you'll be fine.

we are men of action, lies do not become us.

you won't let her. you're so mysterious all the time. tell me, would it be so dangerous to let her know how much you care? everybody else knows...

I didn't walk away because I fell out of love. I left because I was tired of fooling myself into thinking that this was anything like love.

just know that wherever you are, I miss you and I wish you were here.

one thing I’ve learned and that's the hardest part of moving forward is not looking back.

some people never go crazy. what truly horrible lives they must live

sometimes hearts are broken by words left unspoken.

come on, take a step towards me so you can figure me out. I’ve been hoping and praying for a single way to show you what I’m all about. and I know, and I know this is the only way of pleasing the crowds, but when this is over and done with and we walk away, there should be no doubts.

I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh. I want to hold you high and steal your pain away. I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well. I want to hold you high and steal your pain.

it's hard to wait around for something that you know might never happen, but it's even harder to give up when you know it's everything you want.

girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel. closer than my peeps you are to me, baby. shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel. girl, you're my friend when I’m in need, lady.

mostly I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world every day. there's too much of it.

it's not her fault that she's so irresistible but all the damage she's caused is unfixable. every twenty seconds you repeat her name but when it comes to me you don't care if I’m alive or dead.

I believe in the sun even when it’s not shining, in love even when I’m alone, and in god even when he is silent.

I would have given you all of my heart but there's someone who's torn it apart. and he's taking almost all that I had but if you want I’ll try to love again. baby, I’ll try to love again but I know the first cut is the deepest.

I feel like I’m never going to get it, the whole package, there's always going to be a "but". he likes me, but he loves her. he thinks I’m awesome, but we're just friends. we're together, but he feels a million miles away. we like each other, but the timing isn't right.

never apologize for showing feeling. when you do so, you apologize for the truth.

sometimes the only thing that people see is what you did. when in fact, they should be looking at why you did it.

ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

there are girls who are beautiful no matter what. then there are girls like me who have days of moderate beauty. those other girls don't know how lucky they are.

we must be willing to fail and appreciate the truth that often life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived.

I need someone who can deal with me. I need a guy who will make me see things from a different point of view. I need a guy who will make me talk about things that scare me. I need a guy who will make me open up to him, a guy who won't give up on me.

there’s good and bad things in each day, what matters is what you make of those situations and how you view them. you can learn from every mistake and find the joy that comes from a new life, or you can complain about your life day in  and day out hoping someone drops you a sympathetic comment. sooner or later, you have to come to the point where you stop feeling sorry for yourself and start finding the reasons you’re here. your talents are unlike anyone else’s. embrace them.

and I just thought that you should know that I’ve been holding on, while you've been letting go.

who really cares though? what's so bad about whether that's what people think?

sometimes when you love someone, you want to believe they're good.

all the lonely people, where do they all come from? all the lonely people, where do they belong?

our life together will be worth waiting for...time is our only obstacle and like all things, it too will pass; perhaps slowly, but nonetheless, the day will come when finally we will have the beautiful life like we planned on that it was surely worth the wait.

women are made to be loved, not understood.

sometimes when you love someone, you want to believe they're good.

you may think you're all alone, and there's no way that anyone could know what you're going through. but if you only hear one thing, just understand that we are all the same, searching for the truth.

the test of love is not while we're together. it's while we are apart and despite the distance, the love is still there.

we are going to last. you know how I know? because I still wake up every morning and the first thing I want to do is see your face.

winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

the hardest situation to stay happy in, I think, is when you're trying to find love and yourself at the same time. it just doesn't seem to fit well.

you can't live your life for other people. you've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.

I’m not fragile because I’m a girl. I’m fragile because I’m human.

sometimes you do something for someone not out of some desire to be the next mother Theresa, but because you're curious. you secretly want to know how it feels to repay them, or if you'll like the end result. so you hand yourself over and don't think about the good intention. it's about the most selfish act of selflessness there is in this world.

I’m wandering the streets in a world underneath it all. nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet as what I can't have like you and the way that you're twisting your hair round your finger. tonight I’m not afraid to tell you what I feel about you.

have some fire. be unstoppable. be a force of nature. be better than anyone here and don't give a damn what anyone thinks.

in addition, all objects in the universe have a place where they belong, and objects move toward their place in the universe.

and then I was thinking about you and the way you smile and the way it starts in your eyes and spreads across your face like a rush of ink. I was thinking about how when I see you or I hear your voice on the phone, I think to myself, "oh goodie, now the fun begins." yeah, and I was thinking that when I’m with you, I’m not sad anymore.

you say that you never had a moment, nobody needs you, so cry, so cry. you believe that life rolls by just to deceive you by your time, by your time. you're getting old and the longer you take, the slower your pain will grow. it will grow, it will grow. you can close your eyes and hope that when you open them you've got a brand new life. but you'll find you can't hide.

one day, his name just didn't make me smile anymore.

you say that you never had a moment, nobody needs you, so cry, so cry. you believe that life rolls by just to deceive you by your time, by your time. you're getting old and the longer you take, the slower your pain will grow. it will grow, it will grow. you can close your eyes and hope that when you open them you've got a brand new life. but you'll find you can't hide.

if you want to know the nature of love, look at a person when they have nothing left to give. and if they keep giving beyond that point- that is love. to give when you don't have to, to love when you can't love, to reach out when your hands are so weary that you can't even lift them.

it's just a horrible, uneasy feeling to say goodbye to someone you care about that much.

I watch the night turn light blue. but it's not the same without you, because it takes two to whisper quietly. the silence isn't so bad till I look at my hands and feel sad. because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.

maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. and we've got to find other ways to make it alone. keep a straight face. and I’ve always lived like this; keeping a comfortable distance. and up until now, I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness. because none of it was ever worth the risk...well, you are the only exception. you are the only exception.

I didn't want us to burn out, I didn't come here to hurt you now, and I can't stop. I want you to know that it doesn't matter where we take this road, someone's got to go. and I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better, but I want you to move on, so I’m already gone.

you don't need someone who completes you, you should find happiness on your own first.

an apology doesn't make things right. if anything, it just helps you sleep better at night. I know you meant well, but words will never change a thing. you're so selfish, you wouldn't even let me in on the coldest of nights.

if it were up to me, I would construct a key to your heart. and find love and set you free.

sometimes, you have to give up the thing you love most, to open new doors, to look for more opportunities, to break away and start loving something else even more.

I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination

but Charlie, don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted. he lived happily ever after.

listen up, sweetie. we all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world. in this suggestion of horror. the portraits on the walls... look at their eyes. they always seem to follow.

things don't have to be extraordinary to be beautiful. even the ordinary can be beautiful.

take my advice and stay away from broken people.

when you smile, my world is alright.

let's be hasty. let's be reckless. just being with you leaves me breathless.

in your whole life, nobody has ever abused you more than you have abused yourself, and the limit of your self-abuse is exactly the limit of abuse that you will tolerate from someone else.

don't even talk about the consequence 'cause right now you're the only thing that's making any sense to me and I don't give a damn what they say or what they think, think 'cause you're the only one who's on my mind. I’ll never ever let you leave me; I’ll try to stop time forever. never want to hear you say goodbye...

we had it all in front of us. you were the one; I was in love. but you always hurt the one you lost; I couldn't get enough. you were everything that's bad for me. make no apologies. I’m crushed; black and blue. but you know I’d do it all again for you.

are you who you always said you would be? with a sinking feeling in your chest, always waiting for someone else to fix you. tell me, when did you forget... to live the way that you believe? this is your opportunity to let your life be the one that lights the way.

people don't always get what they deserve in this world.

love a person for what he is, not what you think you can make him to be.

why is it that the people who need the most help won't take it?

you'll find that there are better days if you just leave these days behind.

but it doesn't feel right holding someone else's hand. together on phone lines and living at two opposite ends. but it scares me to think that you could find takers other than me and better than me.

beauty without intelligence is a masterpiece painted on a napkin.

you have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. what you'll discover will be wonderful. what you'll discover is yourself.

you and you alone can break my fall.

when you look around and your world is crumbling and when you think no one loves you, your best friend is the one you run to.

the expected is what we live for. the unexpected is what changes our lives.

we're young, we deserve to be young. we deserve to be young together.

in some ways, we grow up. we have families, we get married, divorced, but for the most part we still have the same problems that we did when we were fifteen. no matter how much we grow taller, grow older, we are still forever stumbling, forever wondering, forever young

we were always together; you knew every thought I had. my wish was your command. like a match made in heaven then we took it right back to earth and things got out of hand.

she said she didn't believe that it could happen to me. I guess we're all one phone call from our knees.

I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not in this world to live up to mine. you are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.

that's nice. other people have told me that I was beautiful before, and it was meaningless. when you say it, I hear it.

it's nice to know that someone wants to be with me. and it's even nicer to know that the one who wants to be with me is the one I want to be with too.

sometimes you just got to figure: if he doesn't care you might be missing out on someone who does.

sometimes people are beautiful. not in looks. not in what they say. just in what they are.

I never loved anybody fully, always one foot on the ground. and by protecting my heart truly I got lost in the sounds. I hear in my mind all these voices. I hear in my mind all these words. I hear in my mind all this music. and it breaks my heart.

the most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of their depths. these persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep, loving concern. beautiful people do not just happen.

he said something that made her laugh, like, genuinely laugh. he smiled and said, "I knew I could still do that."

and if there's no tomorrow, and all we have is here and now, I’m happy just to have you. you're all the love I need somehow.

what I wanted to tell you was that I love you, and I wanted to make sure that was clear so there is no confusion.

and even if the moon fell down tonight, there'd be nothing to worry about at all, because you make the whole world shine. as long as you're here everything will be alright.

you don't get to choose, you just fall in love and you get this person who is all wrong and all right at the same time. and you know you love them so much except sometimes they drive you completely insane- no one can explain it. and the reason it's so confusing is because it's love, but if love didn't have challenges, what would be the point?

she's the self-preserved, pretty-but-doesn't-know-it kind of girl, reading her books and day dreaming all day while he's the outgoing, spontaneous, gorgeous boy with the most amazing eyes you'll ever see. they grew up from two different worlds and he'll teach her how to stand up to those who look down to her and she'll teach him how to love and know the true meaning of jealousy, while he teaches her the same without knowing it. he'll teach her how to shout at the world without a wince because his hand is holding tightly around hers, letting her know he will never leave her, causing her to forget her fears for everything and just being able to live for once without a worry.

it's better to say too much than never to say what you need to say.

it's hard to wait around for something that you know might never happen, but it's even harder to give up when it's everything you ever wanted.

you are the moral fiber this place needs, and I truly believe that you will leave here, and go on to do great things with your life.

and I’ve watched you change with the seasons, but I’m done pretending to care.

and when you learn to accept yourself, the more you learn to be okay with yourself and know yourself, the easier it is to love somebody and allow them to love you.

isn't it a shame that every time you hear my name brought up in a casual conversation, you can't think straight? and isn’t it sad you can't forget about what we had, take a look at her and do you like what you see, or do you wish it was me? because I’ll be there in the back of your mind from the day we met, till you making me cry.

the real story is always the one happening in private. away from the headlines. at home.

I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen. she left before I had the chance to say the words that would mend the things that were broken. but now it's far too late, she's gone away. every night you cry yourself to sleep thinking: "why does this always happen to me? why does every moment have to be so hard?" hard to believe that it's not over tonight; just give me one more chance to make it right. I may not make it through the night - I won't go home without you.

a token for the pain we hide inside of us, everyone's scared that somebody knows.

I don't want to fall to the ground. I want to fall in love.

I don't like to do what people expect. then they expect it all the time and they get disappointed when you change.

the real me is a southern girl with her Levi’s on and an open heart. wish I could save the world like I was super girl. the real me used to laugh all night, lying on the grass just talking 'bout love. but lately I’ve been jaded: life got so complicated. I start thinking about it... I almost forgot what it was like to know what it feels like.

don't be so blue, I know what you're going through. hitting walls and getting scars only makes you who you are. no matter how much your heart is aching, there is beauty in the breaking.

and you know what? I realized something last night. it's not that I want you to hold my hand; I just want you to reach for it.

treat people as you would like to be treated. karma's only a bitch if you are.

the man who said 'I’d rather be lucky than good' saw deeply into life. people are afraid to face how great a part of life is dependent on luck. it's scary to think so much is out of one's control. there are moments in a tennis match, when ball hits the top of the net, and for a split second it can either go forward or fall back... with a little luck, it goes forward and you win. or maybe it doesn't, and you lose.

the hardest thing in life is letting go of what you thought was real.

I don't want to waste another moment of my life without you in it.

you constantly look for a sign and when it's given to you and you don't like the answer, you call it a coincidence. there are no coincidences.

I’m intimidated by the fear of being average.

it's amazing, because when you're a kid, you see the life you want. and it never crosses your mind that it isn't going to turn out that way.

nothing is impossible. the word itself says "I’m possible."

"suddenly, all I can think about are all the things I don't know about him. all the things I never had time to learn. I don't know if his feet are ticklish or how long his toes are. I don't know what nightmares he had as a child. I don't know which stars are his favorites, what shapes he sees in the clouds. I don't know what he is truly afraid of or what memories he holds closest."

most people run because deep down, they want to be chased.

oh baby, you're the only thing in this whole world that's pure and good and right. and wherever you are and wherever you go, there's always going to be some light. but I got to get out; I got to break out now before the final crack of dawn. so we got to make the most of our one night together. when it's over you know we'll both be so alone.

no matter how much you tell yourself you're over someone, your heart knows the truth.

stories are, in one way or another, mirrors. we use them to explain to ourselves how the world works or how it doesn't work. like mirrors, stories prepare us for the day to come. they distract us from the things in the darkness.

the end of fear is where we begin.

"what do you really want?" I asked him impatiently. "you, I want you" he replied. I wasn't buying it. I turned to walk away when he stopped me. "I want that part of you that gets excited when you hear the ice cream truck. the part that cries when old people die in movies. the part that cares much more than she wears. the part where she can totally be herself. the part that when I look at her, I only see her. the part where she could never give up a stuffed animal, cause she'll feel bad for it. the part where she wants me, too. that's what I really want."

and it's hard. it's much harder than I thought it would be. but there's more good than bad, and you don't just give up.

I’m looking for love, real love. ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.

these days you barely even say my name, like you don't really feel the same. I’m wondering what's to blame. these nights I fall asleep wondering where you are. it feels like we're falling apart and it's only breaking my heart. 'cause if being with you means being alone and never knowing when you're coming home, then I guess I’m better off on my own.

when you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive: to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love

the harder you try to forget something, the more you think about it unconsciously.

I’ve never been scared of someone before, sometimes a little intimidated, but never scared. but you, you scare me. with your beautiful eyes and your amazing smile. I’m scared that I’ll want to love you forever and you'll only want me for a few moments in your life.

the plan was to let me down gently. I know the game was to call it temporary. boy, be careful what you wish for 'cause you might get that and so much more. I won't shed a tear if you don't want me. boy, I’ll give you space in the closet where my clothes should be, in that empty bed without me. now I’m walking out the front door; you got exactly what you asked for. space in your phone where it said my name, where I took my picture out your frame. and I won't be around when you figure out you got exactly what you asked for.

is this the end of a moment or just a beautiful unfolding of a love that will never be? or maybe be. everything that I never thought could happen or ever come to pass and I wonder if maybe, maybe I could be all you ever dreamed.

after all the broken hearts, I’ve finally figured out the problem. I fall in love a little too late. I guard my heart like some kind of castle. I don't let them in when they want; I wait until they're long gone. then I realize they were the one I wanted all along.

take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

head under water and they tell me to breathe easy for a while; breathing gets harder, even I know that. make room for me, it's too soon to see if I’m happy in your hands. I’m unusually hard to hold on to. blank stares at blank pages. no easy way to say this. you mean well, but you make this hard on me.

if you want to live your life, live it all the way and don't you waste it. every feeling, every beat can be so very sweet: you got to taste it. you got to do it your way, you got to prove it: you got to mean what you way. life's a party, make it hot; dance don't ever stop, whatever rhythm. every minute, every day take them all the way. you got to live them 'cause I’m going to live my life.

it's about me and him, not about us and other people.

if you'd let somebody love you just enough, you'd have everything you need.

once upon a time, we really loved each other, but as time went by, there just got to be all these things, little things, stupid things, that were left unsaid. and all these things that were left unsaid piled up, like the clutter in our storage room. and after awhile, there was so much that was left unsaid, that we barely said anything at all.

he makes me happy. the kind of happiness that only comes from love. the kind that gives you that tickling sensation in your stomach, and shivers up your spine.

it was that very second, that exact moment that I stood there looking in your eyes, not knowing what the heck I was doing, but everything was suddenly so clear.

I want someone who just wants to be near me, to hold my hand, to put my hair back behind my ear when it falls into my face, to wrap me in his arms, to love me the same way I love him.

what did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? so much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both. I had to wonder, but monkey clearly knew: you could see it, feel it coming off him. I almost envied that. almost.

you ought to know, tonight is the night to let it go. put on a show, I want to see how you lose control. so leave it behind 'cause we have a night to get away. so come on and fly with me as we make our great escape.

fall in love and stay in love. write only what you love, and love what you write. the key word is love. you have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for

life's too awesome to waste your time thinking about someone who doesn't treat you right

we've got to hold on to what we've got. it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. we've got each other and that's a lot. for love, we'll give it a shot.

love is when you look into someone's eyes, and suddenly, you go all the way inside; to their soul... and you both know, instantly. I always imagined I would fall in love, nursing a blind soldier who was wounded in battle. or maybe while rescuing someone in the middle of a blizzard, seconds before the avalanche hits. I thought, at least, by the age of fifteen I would have a love life. but, I don't even have a 'like' life.

when the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone. when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well, hang on. don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes. sometimes everything is wrong. now it's time to sing along. when our day is night, hold on. if you feel like letting go, hold on. when you think you've had too much of this life, well, hang on. 'cause everybody hurts. take comfort in your friends. everybody hurts... you are not alone.

they still want each other; they still need each other more than anything in the world. they're just taking a long time to figure it all out.

strength is nothing more than how you hide the pain.

each love-affair in my life would have made a novel, and they all ended badly. I have always waited for that one which would end well, and last forever and ever - like the optimistic cinemas!

no one here to believe but you. everyone else is bound to leave but you. when they swear their love is real, they mean I like the way you make me feel.

in the last few days I’ve been learning how not to trust people and I’m glad I failed. sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror to define us and tell us who we are. and each reflection makes me like myself a little more.

there's no way you can know everything about someone. that's what keeps everything interesting. at some point, you just have to learn to trust people.

live your life like something's always going down.

as we grow up there's going to be many things that we don't like, hook-ups that mean so much to one person and nothing to the other. girls who like the same guy you like, you'll meet new people who may matter more than others might, but the one guy who stays by you till the end will be the one.

on my knees, I’ll ask last chance for one last dance, because with you, I’d withstand, all of hell to hold your hand.

forget all those places that you've never really been.  and all those situations you somehow found yourself in. let your body sink into me - like your favorite memory, like a line of poetry, or a fucking fit of honesty.

it's one of those feelings. the ones where you get the good kind of goose bumps in 90 degree weather. you sit there thinking about him and you can't help but smile whenever you see him. he takes your breath away. you'd rather spend the rest of your life, sitting there with him than winning the lottery or becoming famous because when you're with him, you have everything.

for a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. you want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch, you can feel it everywhere. a kiss so hot, so deep, that you never want to come up for air.

you know, she really does love you. more than anyone else, but you just let her walk into your life and walk right back out. boy, you missed your chance, because nobody will ever love you like that girl does, so go get yourself screwed over by one of those sluts, who have a new boyfriend every week, because that girl... that girl doesn't care anymore.

go ahead, go out with her, doesn't faze me a bit... but don't come crawling back, complaining when things don't go right for you... you had your chance with me, and I’m long over you by now.

you always deserve to be the most important person in somebody's life. anybody’s, just somebody’s. you deserve better then to be left alone in this cold world. you deserve to be loved

the minute you're ready to tell me you love me; I’ll drop my world to be your girl. but until then, I’m sorry... I can't play these little games anymore.

the real truth is I probably don't want to be too happy or content. because, then what? I actually like the quest, the search. that's the fun. the more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to. what do you know? I’m having a great time and I don't even know it.

I need love, love, ooh, to ease my mind. and I need to find time, someone to call mine. my mama said: you can't hurry love. no, you'll just have to wait. she said love don't come easy but it's a game of give and take. you can't hurry love. no, you'll just have to wait. just trust in a good time, no matter how long it takes.

her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn't say she was enjoying it. but her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. only when she thought about him. but she knew that in time, she'd survive it. she had done it before and would again. eventually the heart repairs.

you don't have to know the right way, the perfect way to do something. you just try it with your heart. and it works.

and it all came down to one thing: love, or lack of it. the chances we take, knowing no better, to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in, protecting our hearts with the tightest of grips.

hey there Delilah, what's it like in new york city? I’m a thousand miles away but, girl; tonight you look so pretty, yes, you do. times square can't shine as bright as you; I swear it's true.

I wish you hadn't turned your back. I wish you had explained. I wish you hadn't made me lose my faith in everything.

when you've finally found someone good, don't go looking for someone better.

you spend so much time expecting the worst that you don't even realize the moments when someone loves you.

sometimes, starting over is harder than starting from a scratch.

we make our relationship the way we want it to be. we could make it so there are regrets and second thoughts, we could forgive but not forget or not forgive at all. we can be selfish or we could compromise. we can agree or disagree. we could cry or smile. we could make up or break up. but at the end of the day, everyone just wants to be happy. so we do what we could to keep it that way, even if it means sacrificing a little, because you know they'd do the same. I’ve done what I could, so now let's see what you're capable of.

I had forgotten what it felt like to find someone you can't get enough of.

I want to know what you see when you look at me.

I just love anything that makes me laugh. I think that's important: those stomach-wrenching, jaw-hopping laughs that you can taste inside and out. feel them, and let them out.

is there a reason why you're gone? I didn't mean to be so wrong. I tried so hard to be the best that I could be, but still it seems I always end up alone.

I’ll be here in the morning if you say stay to me.

no, it's not "whatever." we have a relationship worth fighting for, and I’m not going to let this go. even though we've fought maybe even more than we've laughed lately, I can't just give up on this. I can't pretend like you never made a difference in my life. I’ll fight for this if you will.

the worst part of life is waiting. the best part of life is having someone worth waiting for.

closed off from love, I didn't need the pain. once or twice was enough and it was all in vain. time starts to pass; before you know it you're frozen. but something happened for the very first time with you. my heart melted to the ground; found something true. and everyone's looking round thinking I’m going crazy.

please know there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or bitter or mean or self-conscious. we are all full of shit. go love someone just because. I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings, but it will always heal. even if you don't want it to, it keeps going. there are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, I promise. it is up to you to find them.

I just don't know what to do anymore with my life. I miss him in my life.

I know you lie to yourself, I won’t lie to you. a broken heart won’t mend unless you want it to.

just for a minute, forget what’s coming tomorrow.

fight for the things you love; love the things worth fighting for.

"because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that," I explained, grabbing some napkins out of the dispenser. "it's a lie. it's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. and someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said 'friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. but messier."

all of our unhappiness comes from our inability to be alone.

Undeniable, so incredible. Simply wonderful, you're beautiful. Everything I am, and I want to be, you see in me.

Its best we don't even talk at all, don't call me even if I should cross your mind. It's hard enough; I don't need to hear your voice on my messages. Let's just call it quits, it's probably better. So if I'm not returning your calls, its cause I'm not coming back, I'm closing the door. I used to be tripping' over missing' you, but I'm not anymore.

As humans, we like harsh things. We are not pleased unless we are in pain or in love.

Sometimes it just takes patience for everything to happen. You won't get respect in just one day, you can't be in love with someone that you just met and you won't be able to forgive yourself in a second.

When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.

Whether I'm up or down, there's no crowd to please. I'm like a faith without a clause to believe in it. and if all the world was smiling I would only ever want to see your frown. You know they can sail away in sunsets; we'll be right here stranded on the ground, just happy to be found.

There is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds.

It always rains hardest for people who deserve the sun.

You wrapped your arms around me, pressing your body against mine. And in that moment of perfection, I knew we were meant to be. I never wanted you to let go of me.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile. The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yeah. They're swept away and nothing is what it seems. The feeling of belonging to your dreams...

I don't draw to be alone, or simply because I can. I do it because I feel something in my soul can only be expressed through a picture.

I know you probably wish you never met me, but I just hope you never forget me.

You won't see the greatest moments of your life for what they are until they've already passed. It's being able to look back at them for what they were, and are, that makes them great.

I'm not the type to hand my heart over, thought I was stronger. So I'm wondering why I can't shake this feeling.

"I just think you have to protect yourself. You can't just give yourself away."
"No, you can't. But holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. If anything, it makes you weaker, because you're doing it out of fear."
"Fear of what?"
"Of taking a chance. Of letting go, and giving into it. And that's what makes us what we are- risks. That's living. Being too scared to even try it- that's just a waste. I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don't regret things. Because at least I didn't spend life standing outside, wondering what living would be like."

I'm not the type to hand my heart over, thought I was stronger. So I'm wondering why I can't shake this feeling.

you need to have a little faith; not everyone you love is going to leave you.

How can time just let things fall apart? Because for me, things fall apart, and they never know how to be put back together. Things will never be put back together. No matter how hard I try, I know I'm going to lose you. You're one star in a sky of a thousand, but you're the brightest one, and I know you'll fade. You'll fade until I can't find you anymore.

Just hold on a little tighter and keep fighting a little harder because the good things will come along when you least expect it.

After all these months, all this time, so much has happened. The talks, the phone calls, the laughs, and the feelings. If I were to look back on them, I would never have believed that, that person was once me. I wouldn't recognize that girl because she's so different from me. But I guess changing and moving on is growing up, I'm growing up and finding out what kind of person I want to be for the rest of my life. And maybe in the future, there are more changes to come, but as for right now, this is who I'm proud to be.

I make fun of guys when I like them. I do it as a test to see if they can laugh at themselves

Rule number one is, don't sweat the small stuff.  Rule number two is, it's all small stuff.

It's all about feeling good, about being who you are. Thinking you're the best, having sunshine even on the rainiest of days. It's about living and loving, and knowing happiness is key.

"Why are you chasing after him after what he's done to you?"
"Because I love him! and I'm afraid that if he doesn't come back that I'll... it'll hurt so much that I'll just shrivel up and I'll never be able to love anyone ever again."
"You say that now, but... after a time, you would forget. First, you would forget his chin, and then his nose, and after a while, you would struggle to remember the exact colour of his eyes, and one day you wake up and, pfft, he's gone: his voice, his smell, his face. He will have left you. and then you can begin again."

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned, but one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

Even though I can't solve your problems, I will be there as your sounding board whenever you need me.

We all witnessed, discussed, and made a mental note of our friends' so-called 'failures' through life, particularly in relationships. Yet, when it came to making our own choices, we always thought that, somehow, it would be different for us. That the man we met would never cheat on us that we in turn would never cheat on them. We had to have that eternal optimism, Jo reckoned, or none of us would ever get married or make any level of commitment in life.

Even though I can't solve your problems, I will be there as your sounding board whenever you need me.

No relationship is perfect, ever. There are some ways you have to bend, compromise, to give something in order to gain something greater. But the love we have for each other is bigger than those small differences, and that's the key. Love makes up for a lot.

Well, that's life, I thought. It ends. and that's friendship: every friendship has its wobbly moments. Live with it, I told myself. Get used to it. I remembered Sally, years before in the car driving west, swirling her hand in that chaotic gesture, saying how from now on deaths would be easier. and I had a true friend, right? Yes, one true friend. A friend of immeasurable value. Because who else but Sally could ever love my prickly nugget of a soul?

I often wonder if life is easier for other people, or they're just better at faking it.

Oh gravity, thou art a heartless bitch.

Face it boy, you could've had her. You lost your chance, you should've moved faster. She's sick of waiting, she's finally moved on. Sorry boy, your chance is gone.

Her problem wasn't too many enemies. It was too many friends.

It's funny, don't you think? How time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

at least it's good to know that you have a heart to steal.

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the people you never want to lose.

All at once, I'm realizing that you're not coming back.

Here we were - two ships, tossed in a storm. But suddenly through the clouds a light was breaking - the light of hope. The light of love.

There's always something left if two people really loved each other.

Intimacy is being seen and known as the person you truly are

Fine. Fine, take it. Because my head is filled with questions and I can assure no answer to any one of them has ever brought me one iota of happiness. Except for one. The one. The only question I've ever wanted an answer to - is she the one? The answer bloody well isn't forty-two, its yes. Undoubtedly, unequivocally, unabashedly yes. and for one week, one week in my sad little blip of an existence, it made me happy.

When your heart gets broken, you sort of see the cracks in everything.

I don't know I just love you more than anything. When people told me, "Don't be with him," I was like, "You obviously don't know him because he's the most amazing guy I've ever met in my life." I never had a serious relationship like this; it's so fun, it's so everything and you're always there and I know for my whole life that you'll always be there. and I know that you're the most loyal, amazing, loving, everything person and I love you more than anything in the whole world.

Monsters are real. Ghosts are real, too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

I just want to give up, that's what I want to do. I don't want to care about boys, crushes, falling in love anymore. I just want to shut it all out because I'm so afraid of getting hurt. I just want you to understand. I just want you to understand my fears and still come after me. But I know you won't. You aren't going to come after me because it's not me you want.

if a summer night could talk, it would boast that it invented romance.

You don't have to be tough every minute of every day. It's okay to let down your guard. In fact, there's moments when it's the best thing you could possibly do; as long as you choose those moments wisely.

It's like once you've been hurt, you're so scared to get attached again, like you have this fear that every person you start to like is going to break your heart.

A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.

And if you lose something, find a solution. Because if you lose hope, you will lose everything.

What am I doing here? I'm just hurting myself. It's hopeless.

Color the coast with your smile. It's the most genuine thing I've ever seen. I was so lost, but now, I believe.

There's no past tense in loving someone. Either you still do or you never really did

When you hold on to what you think is good enough, the better never comes.

I guess if anything, it's about taking chances, even when you think you're all out of chances. It's about giving forgiveness and unconditional love, even when it seems like you should only do the opposite. It's about trusting that God puts people in your life at certain moments so that you can capitalize the opportunity. It's all about the possibility. It's all about what you do with those possibilities. Life is short, but it moves so fast. Hang on and enjoy the ride. And when someone comes along with whom you enjoy spending the ride with... hold on tight.

Don't waste your youth growing up.

Sometimes you just want to put other people's happiness before yours... because you love them, because they deserve it. Sometimes you want to go out of your way for people just because you know it's important that they get a chance to smile once in a while.

I could follow you to the beginning, and just relive the start. and then maybe we'll remember to slow down to all our favorite parts.

I think that maybe this is the place for us. Maybe there are entire worlds where there are no fences, where feelings bear you like a tide.

Behind everything beautiful there is some kind of pain.

Life's too awesome to waste your time thinking about someone who doesn't treat you right

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.

Let's lay on our backs and gaze up at the stars. Let's pretend for a moment that the only thing that matters is you and me. I'm the girl who loves you inside and out, backwards and forwards with my heart hanging out, I love you no other way.

See, first of all, I know these so-called players wouldn't tell you this, but I'm going to be real and say what's on my heart. Let's take this chance and make this love feel relevant, didn't you know I loved you from the start? When I think about all the years we put in this relationship, who knew we'd make it this far? When I think about where would I be if we were to just fall apart? and I can't stand the thought of losing you.

someday, you're going to meet someone who drives you mad. who you're going to fight with and laugh with and do totally insane things for; someone who turns your life upside down

I'm glad you've realized what you've been missing.

You want to stay with me in the morning, you only hold me when I sleep. I was meant to tread the water but now I've gotten in too deep. For every piece of me that wants you, another piece backs away.

I love it when people say that they have given up on love. And it's always because they think love has hurt them when in actuality, it was a person, it was a thing, a wrong decision, a bad mistake, an accident.  So don't let go of love, hold on because I promise you it's always worth your while.

I just want to give up, that's what I want to do. I don't want to care about boys, crushes, falling in love anymore. I just want to shut it all out because I'm so afraid of getting hurt. I just want you to understand. I just want you to understand my fears and still come after me. But I know you won't. You aren't going to come after me because it's not me you want.

Be courteous to all, but intimate with a few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.

The real test of true love is having all things go wrong but still having a special way to love in spite of all the wrong things that may happen.

When I was in Year Twelve I was told by everyone that I was going to be one of society's big achievers. That I was the type of girl that would make a difference. Be something. and I believed them. I thought that was how it was going to be. I thought that it was a given, that it was pre-determined I would have an amazing life. This type of thing wasn't meant to happen to me. This - this life that I've got now - was meant to happen to one of those other people. Those people who never knew what they wanted to do with their lives. The ones who got bad grades and wagged class and went to parties and were always in detention.

Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.

The only guy that deserves you is the one who thinks he doesn't.

I may get mad at you, but don't ever think for a second that I don't love you. Because really, I do, and I don't think anything in the world can change that.

Confront your fears, list them, get to know them and only then will you be able to put them aside and move ahead.

Life is an adventure. Being on Earth is an opportunity for progress and learning. It's about forgetting everything. Erasing the memory of the past and allowing yourself to enjoy new experiences. Being happy is within reach. God created us all to be happy and life tends to show us this truth. The world is what we make of it. When we change the way we thing, we'll change the world.

You used to tell me - jokingly - that you hated me for being 'perfect'. But it wasn't easy to always have Mom and Dad's expectations weighing so heavily. You were always able to make your choices based on you and what you wanted, nothing else

This music is the glue of the world. It's what holds it all together. Without this, life would be meaningless.

In the end, it's still best to wait for the one we want rather than settle for what's available. It's still best to wait for the one you love rather than to settle for the one who's around. It's still best to wait for the right person, 'cause life's too short to waste on the wrong one.

But she didn't care, not much anyway. Besides, anything was better than being abused, right? She wanted to hold on to this false sense of security for as long as possible. Even if she was having trouble sleeping at night, even if her stomach hurt.

She's going out to forget they were together. All that time he was taking her for granted. She wants to see if there's more than he gave, she's looking for.

Don't stop loving me. I can see it draining out of you. It's me, remember? It was a stupid thing to do and it meant nothing. If you love me enough, you'll forgive me.

Broken promises won't work in any relationship.

If you are fighting, stop fighting. If you are marching, stop marching. Come back to me. Come back to me is my request.

We are terrible for each other and yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn't race for a hurricane or a burning building when we're together.

I want to spend all my days with you... Wrestling over remotes; playing in the mud. Throwing each other in pools. Fighting over the last piece of cheesecake. Killing each other over which TV show we're going to watch. And then not watching it anyways. I want to make you mad... and then kiss you. I want you and me. Forever.

But it gets better. Not all better, not even mostly better. You just get to a point where you face the fact that a lot of pain comes from feeling sorry for yourself. You have to go on and keep the memories of the good times. If you don't, then whoever did this would've won. They would've killed you, too.

From a distance, it makes perfect sense that the people and the things you think will save you are the very ones that have the power to disappoint you most bitterly, but up close it can hit you as a bewildering surprise

All we know for sure is all that we are fighting for.

I want to run with reckless emotion, find out if love is the size of the ocean. Even if I crash and burn, at least I'll know what it's like to feel alive.

Every day the opportunity exists to change your life. But most days, the idea of having to change the big things in life just seems like too much work. Should I lie on the couch and watch a movie, or should I confront my personal demons? You get the point

I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. and you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. and, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences... but the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much. Just as you are.

I prefer to be remembered as a smiling face, not this wreck that's taking its place.

We've been together through the good times and the bad. Without you I know that I would be feeling very sad. Today everything's great, but yesterday it sucked when it feels like things are falling down and I can't pick them up.

Don't make her wait for you just because you know she will.

Even now I cannot understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this. I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open.

Open me up and you will see I'm a gallery of broken hearts. I'm beyond repair, let me be and give me back my broken parts.

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends...you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade

A lot of people get flipped out if you're quiet. they say stuff like, "What are you thinking?" and if they don't start interrogating you, they start talking... going on and on about stuff that's totally irrelevant. and the silence gets so big and loud that it's scary.

You spend time together, feelings grow deeper. and one day without even realizing it, you find you're in love. Time stops and it feels like the whole world is made for you two and you two alone until the day one of you leaves and rips the still beating heart from the other who's now a broken hollow mockery of the human condition.

"It's complicated and confusing," she explained. "They say that long ago it was simple and quiet, but that might be a legend."

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second best.

I like to take naps, because when you wake up, you forget all the crap, going wrong in your life, for a whole ten seconds.

Crying doesn't indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

Don't stop dreaming. There is no wrong in wanting something more.

We’ve all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes, we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today’s possibility under tomorrow’s rug until we can’t anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves.

Sometimes you need time to clear your mind. But when you try, you always come back to that one person. The one you know you're meant to be with.

Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.

You have to do the waiting, the biding your time, biting your tongue, keeping your needs quiet. He's so special, that guy. He deserves to have you sit around, putting your life on hold, not getting what you want while he takes his time sorting it all out. He's that special. You, of course, aren't at all. Now, I happen to be really good at biding my time, asking for a little, and being happy with the even less that I get.

Give me a reason to believe anymore; I need one.

It's really, truly, genuinely, absolutely over and I'm sorry that you saw what you saw, but it doesn't mean anything.

We've both done some terrible things to each other, but we have to forgive each other. Or everything we ever were will be nothing

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

It’s crazy how he can’t bear to see me by another guy’s side, but doesn’t want me right by his.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

You either get tired of fighting for peace, or you die.

As I say the words, I realize how true they are. And maybe that's the trick to getting through it, through life: realizing that everybody, including ourselves, is lugging around some kind of screwed-up baggage. Maybe we are put here to help each other carry the loads

I want to know exactly what makes you tick, I want to know your problems. I want to know what days you're waking up on the wrong side of the bed; I want to know how many pillows you sleep with. I want to know why you sleep with a window open. I want to know if I'm ever needed, if I'm good enough to keep you warm at night time. I want to know if I even have a chance anymore. I want to know everything about you, whether it be fact or fiction. I want to know your past, your future, your in betweens. Your favorite colors, your phobias; everything.

Sometimes fate throws two lovers together only to rip them apart. Sometimes the hero finally makes the right choice but the timing is all wrong. And as they say, timing is everything.

We can only put our trust in a handful of people.

As long as we're alive, it's nothing more than a bad day.

This might be my last chance, so maybe I should take it. I just hope you're listening to everything I'm saying. I miss the long drives, the car rides, the bad fights, the good times. The way you make me feel will never leave my mind. Think of you later in my empty room where I will fall asleep alone.

I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you. I daydream about you all the time, replaying pieces of our conversation; laughing at funny things that you said. I've memorized your face. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine. I wonder what will happen the next time we are together. and even though neither of us knows what the future holds, I know one thing for sure; you're the best thing that has ever happened to me.

You know the beautiful thing about love? It's so powerful. Nothing else can make people do the things that love can make them do. It's the only emotion that can make people fight, and give their all to something or someone. It's the only thing that can make people hold on, when they otherwise would have given up. Love is strong, it's powerful, and it's rare. So when people find it, they marvel at the power of it. And they keep holding on because it's the truest form of ecstasy. The world cannot survive without love. It's the only thing that can get people to hold on anymore. Love him even if he doesn't love you. Cherish him even if he takes you for granted. Hug him even if he pushes you away. And leave when he least expects it. He'll realize he needs you, he wants you, and that you were the only person who stuck around for him, and he can't live without you.

If we just don't get it our own way. Ever ever after; it may only be a wish away.

It's not easy, is it? Fighting for something you could have had and wondering if maybe it's already too late.

You've taught me and showed me many things. You've taught me I can love, that people can care about me. Or so I thought....you showed me the feeling of being in someone’s arms when they mean the world to you. The feeling of compassion. So many wonderful things. Thank you for that. You've also showed me that people break promises that people don't always hold true to their word. You've taught me that you can love someone more than anything in the world, yet hate them just as much. That just because someone says something, that doesn't mean it's true. You've showed me how bad it hurts to have the guy you love and thought loved you push you away and treat you as if you are worthless. You've showed me wonderful things just as well as horrible things. I do thank you for both. You’ve now prepared me for the harsh world I am entering of two-faced people. People who say they care, but don't always. Thank you for teaching me early.

You could ink yourself until everyone knows all the things you love. You could wear uniforms that gave you all the authority in the world. Lose weight until there was nothing left. Paint the face. Suck in your gut. But in the dark, stripped down to your bones, all that remains is you.

I really enjoy spending time with you, even if we're just going to be sitting around and talking about nothing. There are a million things I love about you, like your nose or the way you smile, the way you look me in the eye, too. And I just get the greatest feeling when I make you laugh. I feel as if my company makes you happy, and that's what I wish for you. For you to be happy. And when I see you laugh at my clumsy ways, it just makes me want to spend the rest of my life with you so I can see a smile on your face.

Sometimes there is nothing to be said. Sometimes nothing should be said. I just want to find someone who won't run away. Someone to look me in the eyes and tell me it's okay that things don't always go right. That this is how life works, and how it will always work. That it's not going to be easy. Today, tomorrow, the next day, but it will somehow get better.

we could pack up and leave all our things behind. no fact, or fiction, or storyline. cause I need you more than just for tonight.

And there's nothing I wouldn't do, if it meant I got to keep you.

He has the power to hurt me. And I'm afraid that if I let him know how I feel that's exactly what he will do. But even if he does hurt me I will find some reason to understand why he did and forgive him for it. I'll find some excuse for him, you know? It's just that: he can do no wrong in my eyes.

I don't let my guard down. I built those walls up high, and they're not coming down anytime soon. Don't worry; you won't be crashing through them. You think you're special, you think that I'll let you in...well, you're wrong. Because no one is coming through, and I'm certainly not going out. I guess you could say I'm taking a break from feelings for a while.

I sometimes wish I could be like you. Being able to get so close to people who you really have no intention of being close to. Letting people get so close to you, only to push them away. But then I remember I could never be like you. I have a heart.

You are not boring or vain or simple or mean. You're colorful, complex, and have a beauty that's all your own. And for the record, you are infinitely nicer than they give you credit for.

I'm not afraid to piss you off anymore. You mean the world to me, and you know that. But in order for this to work, we've got to be honest with each other, no matter what that means.

A girl worth kissing is not easily kissed

And if you start to hug me tight, I'll never let go. Even if I can no longer breathe. But that's okay because in the first place, you already took my breath away.

True love burns the brightest, but the brightest flames leave the deepest scars.

That's right, I'm blaming this all on you, and the little things you didn't do. We both knew that you were stronger, could have fought a little longer. You didn't hold it tight enough. You lost your grip, and I slipped right through your fingers.

High flying, adored. Did you believe in your wildest moments all this would be yours, that you'd become the lady of them all? Were there stars in your eyes when you crawled in that night - from the bars, from the sidewalks, from the gutter theatrical? Don't look down; it's a long, long way to fall.

There are moments that mark your life, when you realize nothing will be the same again, and the time is divided into two parts

I'm not sure if I'm happy or completely lost right now. Definitely a little lost, but aren't we all? I have no idea what I'm doing in my life, or where I'm going. And I think I'm okay with that right now. For the first time in a while, I noticed that I've changed. Maybe for the best, maybe not. But does it really matter? When we change, we can never go back.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer.

But I think personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected my heart from some things. But would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might not be forever? Maybe, because at least then you're safe. The fate of your heart is your choice, and no one else gets a vote.

You have a beautiful, beautiful smile, the way it curls and collapses on your lips. When you touch me I shake like a child. It's late. I'm afraid you might leave, cause sometimes it seems like you still don't believe me. There's nothing I can do to concentrate. It's so distracting, always thinking of you.

Buddy, I hate to break it to you, but in the real world, where I live, there are only two kinds of love stories. Boy loses girl and girl loses boy. That's all there is. Somebody always gets left behind.

Let's go to sleep with clearer heads, and hearts too big for our beds.

You must never compare yourself to anyone, except from the previous you.

But you're so hypnotizing. You've got me laughing while I sing; you've got me smiling in my sleep. And I can see this unraveling, your love is where I'm falling, so please don't catch me.

Don't throw yourself out on another's whim. People change. As do intentions and as a result; consequences. Live for yourself; love those around you. But realize they've got their own agendas.

Nothing. Nothing is wrong, and asking is against the rules. Crying is against the rules. You're strong, don't let them break you. They're trying to destroy you.

Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving

If you're lucky enough to be different from everybody else, don't change.

Moving on is simple. It's what you leave behind that makes it so difficult.

There are some things we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves it's the right thing to do. It's far easier than telling ourselves the truth.

Please know there are much better things in life than being liked or lonely or bitter or mean or self-conscious. We are all full of shit. Go love someone just because.  I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings, but it will always heal, even if you don't want it to, it keeps going. There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, I promise. It is up to you to find them.

I just don't know if I want to do it anymore, get close to someone so they can leave again.

I'm not sure if I'm happy or completely lost right now. Definitely a little lost, but aren't we all? I have no idea what I'm doing in my life, or where I'm going. And I think I'm okay with that right now. For the first time in a while, I noticed that I've changed. Maybe for the best, maybe not. But does it really matter? When we change, we can never go back

I didn't walk away because I fell out of love. I left because I was tired of fooling myself into thinking that this was anything like love.

Do you remember when you were a kid; playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it, and it would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no Internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience at all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel someday.

Can't you see? There's a feeling that's come over me. Close my eyes.  You're the only one that leaves me completely breathless.

The world is ours and ours alone.

I think apathy is the easiest trap to fall into. And I think the best thing a person can do to avoid it is to stay passionate. Because the times of utter misery are so worth it for the times of complete happiness. Never allow yourself to stop caring. Feeling too much is better than not feeling enough.

When it comes to relationships, people are always so scared of the what-ifs that they forget what is. They spend so much time thinking, “what if I get hurt?” “what if it doesn’t work out?”  that they stop thinking about things that are already real. They forget the feelings they get when the person they love walks into the room and the excitement that rushes through them when the phone rings 'cause it might be the person they are waiting to hear from.  Never let the fear of what if stop you from letting yourself  take a chance on love, because what if this is the person  your destined to spend the rest of your life with?

You can tell a lot about a person by the way they handle four things: a rainy day; the elderly; lost luggage; and tangled Christmas lights.

Attitude is the mind's paintbrush. It can color any situation.

What I do know is I screw up, and I know that. I'm working on myself to be a better person. So I have no apologies. The best I can do is learn from my mistakes and move forward and that's what I'm trying to do.

Love him even if he doesn't love you. Cherish him even if he takes you for granted. Hug him even if he pushes you away. And leave when he least expects it. He'll realize he needs you, he wants you, and that you were the only person who stuck around for him, and he can't live without you

She's not too confident, and she doesn't make friends easy, but underneath she's really easy to get along with. You just need to take your time. She will open up. The best beauty is the type that's hard to find.

That's enough for now; he should have never left you broken.

Knowing is the easy part; saying it out loud is the hard part

Love is such a strong word. When we were just little kids, we always thought love was just about hugs, kisses, and happiness. But as we grow, we learn that it's not just about happiness, it's also about learning to accept rejections, tears, and heartbreaks. That's where I come to help you up, wipe those tears away, put your heart back to one when you're hurt from love. And when I say I love you, you'd better believe that I mean that.

It's all about might. It might hurt. It might not work. It might be awful. I never think it might work. It might be good. It might be fun.

The truth of the matter is you always know the right thing to do. The hard part is doing it.

I know the world can be a brutal place, please don't let it steal your smile away. Cause when the sky is darkest, you can see the stars and when you fall the hardest you find how strong you are.

Oftentimes when people are miserable, they will want to make other people miserable too, but it never helps.

If you're going to spend the rest of your life with someone, it might as well be your best friend.

I'm a pain in the ass and I'll annoy the hell out of you, but you won't find a girl who cares about you more than I do.

But look at the soul. I tell you, that hole is a whole lot greater than the sum of his parts. and if you knew him like me, I know you'd agree.

So many of us find ourselves saying, "But he was so great!" Yes, and the people who got on the Titanic thought they were going on vacation. Things changed and it's important to remember that they did, and they can. It's important to remember that sometimes we make things up in our minds to be so much more than they are in real life. It's hard, but we must learn to expect the unexpected.

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

It's a complicated world. People have a hard time finding each other. And even when they do, they're scared to take the risk.

You're probably thinking that I want those things; cash, cars, diamond rings. Thinking on my side the grass is green but you don't know where I have been. I could be a wolf in disguise; I could be an angel in your eyes. Never judge a book by its cover. I could be a crook or your lover. I could be the one or the other. If you'd look beneath you'd discover you just don't know me.

It's good to follow your heart, and learn as much as you can.

Maybe the most any of us can expect of ourselves isn't perfection, but progress.

If I could only give you one thing in my life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes. Only then would you realize how special you are to me.

You know when your friends claim you're beautiful? And you're the skinniest, and you're the one with the perfect skin? They're saying it to help remind you that you're better than the jerk who hurt you. Except it's not helping because the whole time they're telling you that, all you can think is, "It wasn't enough to keep him."

You will never become who you want to be if you keep blaming everyone else for who you are.     

And you know, the thing is, if you have to pause and ask yourself, "Is it really worth it?" Sweetie, it probably isn't.

You fit in. Maybe not here, but somewhere in this universe there's a whole bunch of people just like you. So what are you waiting for? Find them, because when you find people you fit in with, chances are, there's someone who's meant to be with you. and everybody needs to find who they're meant to be with.

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. And we've got to find other ways to make it alone. Keep a straight face. And I've always lived like this; keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now, I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness. Because none of it was ever worth the risk... well you are the only exception. You are the only exception.

It's a dirty world, you know. Everyone's here for themselves.

This is never what I wanted, never what I thought I'd signed up for. And I keep moving away to the edge, then I'll decide whether to jump or stay asleep. Sometimes the leap of faith is all we have. I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.

Forgiveness is such a simple word, but it's so hard to do when you've been hurt.

Never will I give up trying cause you're everything to me.

I'm not sure if I'm happy or completely lost right now. Definitely a little lost, but aren't we all? I have no idea what I'm doing in my life, or where I'm going. And I think I'm okay with that right now. For the first time in a while, I noticed that I've changed. Maybe for the best, maybe not. But does it really matter? When we change, we can never go back.

You're all geniuses, and you're all beautiful. You don't need anyone to tell you who you are. You are what you are. Get out there and get peace, think peace, and live and breathe peace, and you'll get it as soon as you like.

You have to do the waiting- the biding your time, biting your tongue, keeping your needs quiet. He's so special, that guy. He deserves to have you sit around, putting your life on hold, not getting what you want while he takes his time sorting it all out. He's that special. You, of course, aren't at all. Now, I happen to be really good at biding my time, asking for little, and being happy with the even less that I get.

I know I'm really messed up and I fuck things up all the time. I'm rarely perfect and sometimes it gets to me, but as long as you promise to be there when I trip and fall, everything will be alright.

We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us.

We may not talk for hours, days, weeks and months even. But when we do, everything feels the same.

I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah, I know that. I know what it is not to feel like you're in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know you're with him. You're his.

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.

Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. They wipe away tears that I cry. The good and the bad times, we've been through them all. You make me rise when I fall.

I'm in this fight and I'm swinging, and my arms are getting tired. I'm trying to beat this emptiness, but I'm running out of time. I'm sinking in the sand and I can barely stand. I'm lost in this dream, I need you to hold me. I'm scared of lonely. I try to be patient, but I'm hurting deep inside, and I can't keep waiting. I need comfort late at night and I can't find my way. Won't you lead me home? Cause I'm lost in this dream, I need you to hold me. I'm scared of lonely.

Whatever drama you've gotten yourself into, it's just the kind of thing that always happens to you. and it never happens to me unless I am in your field of gravity.

Who wants to be ordinary in a crazy, mixed-up world? I don't care what they're saying' as long as I'm your girl.

and I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, 'cause I've never felt this way before, and I - I don't care. I like who I am because of it. and if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. and, you know, I'll accept that. But I know, I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there's a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. and all I ask, please, is that you just - you just not dismiss that, and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. There isn't another soul on this planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.

After all the things I've done for you, you never tried to do the same. It's like you always play the victim, and I'm the one you always blame. When you need someone to save you, when you think you're going to drown.

I don't mean to sound so young and naive, but I think we've found something good.

Because I'm a mess and you know that I can't help it. The drive home never seemed this long before. We're killing time just a little bit faster and I swear we'll make it.

This is for you, my best friend. The one person I can tell my soul to, who can relate to me like no other, who I can laugh with to no extent, who I can cry to when times are tough, who can help me with the problems of my life. Never have you turned your back on me or told me I wasn't good enough or let me down. I don't think you know what that means to me. You have gone through so much pain and you still have time for me and I love you for listening even when you're dying inside. And I look up to you because you're strong, and caring, and beautiful, even though you don't think you are. And I hope you know that I'm always here to listen to you laugh and cry and help in all the ways that I can, and I will try to be at least half the friend you are to me. I hope you know I would not be the person I am today without you, my best friend. Thanks for being the friend who's always believed in me, who's always understood, who's always accepted me, who's always cared.

Find a heart that will love you are your worst and arms that will hold you at your weakest.

trying to figure out where we fit in the world. and for me, I'm trying to figure out where I belong, right now in this exact moment.

Don't say that you loved me. I'm still breathing, but we've been dead for awhile.

You were my innocence and in your eyes, I recognized the beauty of all that could be.

Soon it will be too late. Soon you will find someone absolutely perfect for you. Then I will never get to show you, that you're absolutely perfect for me.

It's not until months later, looking back, that you realize how much better you could've done. and it won't be until months from now that you really do let go and you finally give another guy a chance.

When you're struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something. And to them, it's just as hard as what you're going through.

You know how it is, the beginnings? When you first fall in love and you can't eat, you can't sleep and you get a call from her, it makes your day. It's like seeing a shooting star. Yeah, but, inevitably it goes away. It quiets down. So, this is my thing see, why get married now? Why not have two, three more of those beginnings before I, you know, settle into the big fade?

You let me down. With hopes so high it was only a matter of time before they were to come crashing right down. But you made me believe that you would always be there, you had that effect on me. You took care of me so well, and then you left. Now I’m beginning to see that people come and go, and with the rain there will always be a rainbow and blue sky to wash the gray away.

When I'm holding your hand, I'm holding onto the best thing that's ever happened to me.

We were once a fairytale, but this is fair well.

His hello was the end of her endings; her laugh was their first step down the aisle. His hand would be hers to hold forever, his forever was as simple as her smile. He said she was what was missing, she said instantly she knew. She was a question to be answered, and his answer was I do.

I envy you. You haven't had time to mess things up. You and him, are just getting to know each other. The whole start of a relationship is so giddy and you're just, like, completely into that person and everything they say is meaningful and funny and you feel like you're the only two people in the world. God, I really miss that.

There are moments when it's too quiet. Particularly late at night or early in the mornings. That's when you know there's something lacking in your life. You just know

Be wise enough not to be reckless, but brave enough to take great risks.

It's a long shot but I say why not, if I say forget it I know that I'll regret it

You don't give up just because things get hard.

It's better to burn out than fade away.

Don't wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect conditions. So what? Get started now. With each step you take you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident and more and more successful.

No matter what he does, every person on the earth plays a central role in the history of the world.

It's an interesting time in your life because you're trying to act older and mature, but you really have no idea what you're doing. You're scared, and it's okay to be scared. It's okay to not know completely what you want or what you should be doing and stumble a little bit.

It is the possibility that keeps me going... and though you may call me a dreamer or a fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible.

you let go, so now it's my turn. I’m willing to accept that. but when I find happiness don't decide you love me.

When you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window and once you do, you see everything that was there before the world ended is still there

This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember; some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well they come and go too. And babe, I hate to say it, most of them, actually pretty much all of them, are going to break your heart. But you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soul mate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once doesn't mean you're going to fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always always always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.

Look, we throw a lot of fancy words in front of these kids in order to attract them to going to school in the belief that they're going to have a better life, and we know that all we're doing is breeding a whole new generation of buyers and sellers, BUYERS and SELLERS! Pimps and whores, PIMPS and WHORES! and indoctrinating them into a lifelong hell of debt and indecision!

A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.

I'm still in love with who I wish you were. It's not hard to see who you are underneath.

I'd rather do nothing and be happy than do something I know I don't love.

I really think I'm going to be sick. I want to throw it all up; the fear, the impatient waiting, how isolated I feel while sitting next to someone, the uncertainty and the realization that you could be one more person I missed the chance to say goodbye to.

Why is it that all of the things that should hold us together - love, sex, creativity, talent, dreams - those are the very elements that drive us apart? And the things that you would think would separate us - hate, fear, meanness - those are the very things that bind us together and keep us from growing, keep us from changing

The hardest thing is loving someone and having the courage to let them love you back.

No, it’s not selfish to want someone to need you. All you are guilty of is the desire for love. Something that everyone deserves…

The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

He taught me how to trust myself. He taught me that I should love every flaw. He taught me that no matter what, I should just make a decision and jump, and not regret it.

So just kiss me and let my hair messy itself in your fingers. Let me steady myself in the arms of a man who won't ask me to be what he needs but lets me exist as I am.

The miracle of life itself- why people live and die, why they hurt and get hurt- is still a mystery. We want to know the reason, the secret, the answer at the back of the book because the thought of us being all alone down here is just too much for us to bear, but at the end of the day, the fact that we show up for each other in spite of our differences, no matter what we believe, is reason enough to keep believing.

Did you think this summer that there was any way that you would fall in love with me? Did you ever imagine that everyone would say we were perfect for each other? I did, and that's why I didn't give up after months of fighting for you.

"Maybe I could change. You know, I could, I could work harder. I could spend less time working, I could laugh at his jokes- I mean, men like that, right, the, the joke-laughing-at?"
--"Or maybe you could just be you, he'll see your amazing heart, and he'll fall in love with you."

Every time you say my name, a piece of me falls into place.

Your eyes are blue like the ocean, and baby, I'm lost out at sea. Did the sun just come out or did you smile at me?

Love when you're ready; not when you're lonely.

Just be yourself, it doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.

If you can see a future for yourself without me and that doesn't, like, break your heart, then we're not doing what I thought we were doing here.

When my soul was in the lost and found you came along to claim it. I didn't know just what was wrong with me 'til your kiss helped me name it. Now I'm no longer doubtful of what I'm living for 'cause if I make you happy, I don't need no more.

Walking the streets with you in your worn out jeans, I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be. Laughing on the park bench thinking to myself, Hey isn't this easy?

The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well.

She ran away with tears in her eyes; boy, you just made the unbreakable girl break.

You know all I care about is your happiness so don't worry about me, I'll be fine.

I wonder if he is thinking that this is as good as it gets for him. That there are no great moments around the corner waiting to happen. No New York trips. No ten-dollar scratchies. No rock-concert kisses. No board-shorts solutions. Just a long, lonely highway of being pushed into doing something that he feels he can't deliver.

And we sat there, on the school bench, laughing and joking, and it was in that moment when I realized this is it. This is the last time we'll ever be together, sitting in our group of friendship. But I knew even though we wouldn't be together in person, we'd always be together in heart. That's what real friendship is.

You know what music is? God's little reminder that there's something else besides us in this universe; a harmonic connection between all living things, everywhere, even the stars

It's not about the way you roll. You're making it too obvious, try to be original. You got to learn me, don't be in such a rush. I can be your symphony, listen to me all night long. If you give me what I need, I could be your favourite song.

There are no clearly defined rules between men and women. So, each side things they're playing fair and each side thinks they're being cheated. Maybe this is why men and women have the innate ability to bring out the poison in one another.

Baby, I just got to let you go for now, thought I could take it for a while. Maybe you'll make it back around. Baby, I just got to live my life and now can't see me changing for a while, hope I could make it back around.

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand; to have someone understand...I want so much more than they've got planned.

In the end, you just get tired - tired of the struggle, tired of losing everyone that matters to you, tired of watching everything turn to dust. If you live long enough, the only certainty left is that you'll end up alone.

I think the loudest silences are the ones filled with everything that's been said. Said wrong, said three hundred times. Until fighting becomes the condition rather than the exception and suddenly, without you even knowing it, it turns into the language of the relationship and your only option is a silent retreat to mutual corners.

you’re a different kind of wonderful than what I’m used to its like all of the bad I've gone through in relationships has finally brought me to a good place in one

It's a very tiny risk that I'm willing to take. It's my foot, it's my heart, it's my back that I'm willing to break. It's the dog in me who's barking at you. What am I doing here, everybody wants you, hands down, and your death is coming soon. I don't want to move too fast. I don't want to scare you off. I don't want to move too slow, someone's going to snatch you off. I don't want to move too slow. I don't want to move too slow and end up all alone.

it’s amazing how two people can be so perfect for each other; but they're both too scared to get hurt that they don't do anything about it

Don't wonder why people go crazy, wonder why they don't. In face of what we can lose in a day, in an instant, wonder what the hell it is that makes us hold it together.

To tell you the truth I don't have much to offer. But I'll still give you everything I've got, even if it's barely a thing at all. I'll give you late nights, long hugs. Someone to talk to, someone to care for, someone who will always be there. A hand to hold, somebody to lean on. And if that's not enough, just know you have all of me. I hope that's enough.

Is this the only evidence that proves it? A photograph of you and I. You're reflection I've erased like a thousand burned out yesterdays. Believe me when I say goodbye forever.

I'm scared as hell to want you but here I am, wanting you anyway and fear means I have something to lose, right? And I don't want to lose you.

Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself?

Today is your big moment. Moments, really. The life you've been waiting for is happening all around you. The scene unfolding right outside your window is worth more than the most beautiful painting

After all, it's all kinds of things that make up a life, right? The big like falling in love and spending time with your family. And the little, like blow drying your hair, and applying concealer and cursing those magazine inserts. It all counts, it has to.

Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist; there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges and absorbs the impact

You don't want to miss these moments, not even the sad ones. Because you'll never get them back again.

Yesterday I saw the sun shining, and the leaves were falling down softly. My hands were cold, and needed a warm touch. And I was thinking about you.

It's laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn't. It's the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It's being touched by hands that aren't your own. It's the thrill of an escape that almost wasn't. It's the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It's helping a friend find something they lost. It's a smile, a joke, a song. It's what someone does that they like doing. It's what someone does that they like remembering. It's the thinking of things that you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought. It's the road ahead and the road behind. It's the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life.

Let's shine like the stars in a dark and dirty sky. Side by side, we'll watch the perfect sunrise. We've been waiting through a seemingly endless night. Well when the sun comes up I'll be all yours and you'll be all mine.

We were in love once, weren't we? I used to know his every move, but now it's all a blur. A visage of grass, old t-shirts, and brown eyes. How come I do this to myself? How come I couldn't just stay in love with him?

letting go is something you do when you still love someone, but just don't believe in them anymore.

I'm going to make beautiful music for a sad world.

it's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you are not

I feel like I’ve been alone for so long that when someone so great comes along it can’t be true and I start to doubt it but really I just don’t want someone to care so much about me because in the end I’ll always be the one hurt

From here on out, I am only interested in what is real...real people, real feelings, that's it, that's all I'm interested in

Sometimes loving someone means letting them go. Bullshit. Love means holding on to someone as hard as you can because if you don't, they might disappear forever.

I learned the hard way that they all say things you want to hear. My heavy heart sinks deep down under you and your twisted words, your help just hurts. You are not what I thought you were.

You used to talk to me like I was the only one around. You used to lean on me like the only other choice was falling down. You used to walk with me like we had no where we needed to go, nice and slow to no place in particular. We used to have this figured out; we used to breathe without a doubt. When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see. We used to have this under control, we never thought we used to know, at least there's you and at least there's me. Can we get this back? Can we get this back, to how it used to be? I used to reach for you when I got lost along the way. I used to listen; you always had the just right thing to say. I used to follow you, never really cared where we would go, fast or slow to anywhere at all.

I learned the hard way that they all say things you want to hear. My heavy heart sinks deep down under you and your twisted words, your help just hurts. You are not what I thought you were.

when you're stuck loving someone, all you want to do is stay away. but when that person shows even the smallest gesture of affection, all your efforts of moving on go down the drain.

Even though I could, I don't want to see you again.

I don't want to fall to pieces. I don't want to cry in front of you. I don't want you to see how vulnerable I really am beneath the naivety, arrogance and pride. For you to see me at my weakest moments, it would only make things ten times worse. So forgive me if I run away from love. I can't stand to see you see me break down.

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours.

Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So, what are we, helpless? Puppets? Nah. The big moments are going to come, you can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts, that's when you find out who you really are.

and when lovers come my way I'll just smile and say that this heart of mine, it only beats for you.

The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.

He stayed in the middle of the road for a long time, trying to catch his breath, hoping she would turn around and come back to him, wishing he hadn't let her go. Wishing for one more chance

all she really wants is for you to finally get the nerve to say how you really feel about her. that way, when you look at her, she's not still second guessing what you really mean.

He stayed in the middle of the road for a long time, trying to catch his breath, hoping she would turn around and come back to him, wishing he hadn't let her go. Wishing for one more chance

Maybe we're friends. Maybe we're more. Maybe it's just my imagination. But I see you stare just a little too long, and it makes me start to wonder.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

I really didn't fall in love with him. I promise. I just liked him more than I could ever imagine.

If we fall in love because someone makes us laugh, what happens when we no longer find them funny? If we fall in love because someone is beautiful, what happens when that beauty fades? If we fall in love because someone can provide for us, what happens when they lose their wealth? Because love defies all reasons. When you truly love someone, you can't just find a reason. You just do.

Sometimes you have to accept there's nothing left to save. That click you shared when you were together has gone during the months you spent apart. No matter how awful it may seem, how it is you're going to have to let go. You can't fake love.

Stop searching forever; happiness is just next to you

we fell in love with the windows rolled down. chasing the sunset through another empty town.

Some people pass through your life and you never think about them again. Some you think about and wonder what ever happened to them. Some you wonder if they ever wonder what happened to you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.

Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn't say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy, only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she'd survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

Because you're beautiful and you don't see it. You're smart and you don't believe it. You're the kind of boy girls never get over. You're the kind of boy I compare other boys to.

We may not talk for Hours, days, weeks and months even but when we do, Everything feels the same.

You can feel when someone you hold close to your heart is slipping away, little by little. It's when the mere thought of losing a friend can bring you to tears almost instantly. The pain you are beginning to feel can crush your entire heart. Yet everything that you try to do to solve the problems only push them further and further away from you. When the only chance of getting back to the way things were in the beginning is to hope this person realized what they may be losing.

I hear every conversation we've ever had loud and clear. Sometimes with you, I love the way you make me feel. And then others, I can't stand it. Sometimes, I trip over my own words, feeling inadequate.

maybe someday we'll figure all this out