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

love comes in a tricky way. sometimes we think that we are in love, not knowing we are just friends. but sometimes, we stick too much to friendship that we forget we are really in love.

It is nights like this I feel alive; when every sentence we make is a promise.

well I’m sorry I’m not who you thought I was, but what's happened is in the past, and all I can do is try to change. if you can’t accept that, then you’re not who I thought you were.

sometimes I wish that I had never met you, so I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.

I think everyone, at some point, goes through that one moment where they think, "my god, I can't do this." but you know what? you can. no matter how close you are to the edge, no matter how badly you feel like giving up or think it's best to do so rather than have to put up with the pain - don't. don't lose hope that things will get better. don't give up, because there is someone out there who will make you smile in a way no one else ever could. keep that glimmer of hope alive in your heart, because someone out there is searching for your smile. so wipe your tears and keep your head held high.

I don't know why, with such a glorious world as we've been provided, with birds, sunshine, beautiful trees and flowers, and the radio, why people don't get on better than they do.

and hearts, they don't lie, they just quiver in fear.

you want everything to be just like the stories that you read but never write.

it doesn't matter where we go tonight. as long as I’m with you, I’ll be alright.

when I saw you, I knew you were the one. you made loving someone fun.

you know that I could use somebody, someone like you.

it's just that I’m so tired of everybody throwing up their hands every time a relationship hits a rough patch. I did it in both my marriages, and I swore I wouldn't do it again.

for all the doubters, nonbelievers, the cynical that once were dreamers, one of these days you'll know that you were wrong.

I’m still waiting for you to get over this.

you rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.

I don't know. it's like, there's this person that you want to be for other people. to make them proud of you. and then there's you. and sometimes it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins

worldwide, more than 40 million people are living with hiv and aids. thirteen million children have been orphaned due to aids. six hundred thousand children are infected with hiv each year. and 25 years into the aids pandemic, no vaccine or cure is in sight. the numbers speak for themselves. what are you doing to help?

to improve you have to have mistakes; that is the problem with improving. you have to accept that problem.

I guess time has a way of making everything alright; it's just there is not enough of it.

all I’m asking is don't make promises you can't keep, and don't say things you don't mean. because in the end, those things mean everything.

one day you'll know what love truly is. it's the sour and the sweet. and I know sour, which allows me to appreciate the sweet.

you fail to recognize it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.

sometimes I look at you and wonder what it is that makes me like you so much, what makes you seem so perfect and I realize it's that you're my friend, it's that I can trust you to know my deepest secrets, that I feel like I can talk to you about anything. the fact that I can joke with you and you don't take offense, the fact that you are the one person I wouldn't be afraid to tell things to. all the things that make me just a friend to you are what make you so special to me. I guess that's why it hurts because, how do I stay so close without feeling like I am being torn apart? how do I keep myself from liking you again, when you manage to always make me feel the same way, even when I try to resist? if you only knew how many tears I’ve cried because I knew that you didn't love me, that you didn't care. so now I pick up my heart and I’ll try to leave once again, this time, don't hold me back, just let me go, because after this, there won't be much left of my heart.

a person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. you can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

you can't do things because you know you'll get a return on it later. you have to do them out of generosity. be big hearted because you are, not because someone will pay you back somehow.

don't stop dreaming because there is nothing wrong in wanting something more.

right now at this very moment, all I want to do is sit across from you and talk about life. And when we run out of topics, we could just hold hands because that would be enough. but you're not here and we can't talk face to face because miles separate us. well I can smell these flowers you sent, or look at pictures from before, but I can't wrap my arms around a moment in time. so I sit and think of what we will do when I finally see you again. all I really want to do is enjoy each other's company and maybe watch a movie or two about falling in love and growing old together. and maybe you and I could fall in love and grow old together too.

just tell me you're doing okay. I can't help but think of you every day. and I know that it's hard when I’m miles away, but I know we'll be together someday.

a bad idea, we all knew from the start, but still we insisted, wanted to know what it felt like. now, we experienced the thrill and we got all the laughs, but in the end, there were tears.

let's be honest, sometimes there is nothing harder in life than being happy for someone else.

I’ll keep hanging on to you, because you're the only one who's ever believed in me. I’ll never forget what we've been through, because you're the only one who's ever stayed with me. we've been to hell and back and traveled across the universe, but I’ll just keep going the distance if it means I get to keep you.

who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

I’m so fly I can make anyone look good.

the world is smaller than you think, and the people on it are more beautiful than you think.

we won't say our goodbyes; you know its better that way. we won't break, we won't die. it's just a moment of change.

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.

be happy even if I am not next to you. I will be there soon.

don't look for the boy who can be the best boyfriend. look for the boy who can be your best friend.

I lie on the grass, breathing in the silence, listening to the night, looking up at the stars. I look up at the night sky and I wonder about life, about you, about why I’m here. and I look up at those cold, beautiful stars and I realize life has never seemed so big.

growing older became something he wanted desperately to accomplish rather than merely a dreaded inevitability. how presumptuous they both were never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge. aging was something they wanted so much to avoid.

close your eyes, clear your heart, let it go.

I felt something catch in my throat, a sudden urge of sadness that caught me unaware. it almost managed to take my breath away. that was the thing. you never got used to the idea of someone being gone. just when you think its okay, just when you think you've accepted it, someone points it out to you and it hits you all over again, and it's just as shocking as the first time.

and then it happened. the moment froze, and both of them realized they were unconditionally and madly in love with each other, and there was nothing that either of them could do about it. And for the first time, the lack of choice was exactly what they wanted.

I don't have the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to hug you, I have the ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have a heart that's aching to see you smile again.

everything we do is a choice; oatmeal or cereal, highways or streets, kiss her or keep her. We make choices and we live with the consequences. if someone gets hurt along the way, we ask for forgiveness. it's the best anyone can do.

just friends, it's almost impossible, especially if it was something more than that. going back to friends is just a way of trying to twist and mold it into something else, something else that keeps you both holding on by strings, when all you really need is to let go, be free from one another. on the other hand, to let go, to accept that you aren't what the other person wants, can crush you, but once you let go, once you really let go, it's eventually better for you. there is no obligation, no worry, and no need to still make the other person happy.

I think I’m falling, but it's too far down. You said you'd catch me before I hit the ground. but the walls are too strong and I’m finding it hard to breathe. when I expect you to catch me, you just turn around and leave.

a little advice about feelings, kiddo; don't expect it to always tickle.

you go after him now and he'll give you nothing. but if you wait, a rat will always lead you to its hole.

it could be like we never knew each other at all

for some reason, seeing it made me feel the worst I had all day, ashamed in a way I couldn't even explain as I reached down, pulling it inside with me.

I hate saying to people, "let's just be friends," because I know we never will be after that.

I think people treat you the way you treat them.

I’ll watch you falling from me. when you hit the ground, maybe you'll see the only way to fall is down. I’ll be up in the stars, but I’ll be anywhere you are. just say you need me, and I’ll come down. we'll never know. we'll never know if you just let it go. if it comes undone, then tie up your loose ends. when the colors run, then all of the shapes blend.

poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. that's what it's like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt that you planned on falling in love with me. but once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. we fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. for me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.

I want so bad to let go of you. forget your name, forget this place. forget the memories. temporarily I think I could but its times like these where I’m by myself when you and all your memories come racing back like you've never left my head

the things two people do to each other they remember. if they stay together, it's not because they forget; it's because they forgave.

but this isn't me, the real me is inside here, somewhere, just waiting to get out and you can make that happen. and once the curse is broken, I’ll be just like anybody else.

I intuitively knew - and sensed he did, too - that tomorrow would be pivotal. our relationship couldn't continue to balance, as it did, on the point of a knife. we would fall off one edge or the other, depending entirely upon his decision, or his instincts. my decision was made, made before I’d ever consciously chosen, and I was committed to seeing it through. because there was nothing more terrifying to me, more excruciating, than the thought of turning away from him. it was an impossibility.

there are two things I always wanted to believe in but didn't dare. one is that there is one man, somewhere who was made just for me. the other is that I just might deserve him.

be mindful what you toss away, be careful what you push away, and think hard before walking away.

take pictures. scare people. shake up the scene. be the change you want to see in the world. you'll thank yourself for it.

maybe it wasn't so wrong after all. if you didn't let a man mean too much, you wouldn't be too hurt when he went away. but that didn't mean you had to stop living too. even if you didn't jump off a cliff, there were other ways to end your life.

if you are going to love me, love me deeply. if you break my heart, then break it all. if you are going to care, care for me completely. if you decide not to hold me, then just let me fall. if you are going to stay, then stay forever. and if you want to leave, then do it today. if you are going to change, change for the better. and if you are going to talk, then please mean what you say

he loved the potential, the possibility that there, in his eager hands, was the answer to one of life's questions. not 'why are we here?' or 'is there a god?' these were queries people had been circling for aeons. but if the question was, 'does there exist a toothbrush that also functions as a mouthwash dispenser?' the answer was clear: yes. oh, yes.

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. I want to know if I even have a chance. 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.

I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. and if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. the best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me.

it was too hard to fall in love with someone, learn all of their quirks and passions assume you'd spend the rest of your life with them, and then suddenly have them snatched away forever.

if you want me to respect you, you have to do something worth respecting.

let's drive into the sunset and sing love songs, we'll make promises we're not able to keep and swear that we'll never love anyone else.

take a chance. wear your heart on your sleeve. ask the most attractive guy in the room to dance. say what you want. demand what you're entitled to. there's a pretty decent chance that you won't get it, but who will you be if you never even try?

and it's good to finally be done with you; now I can finally move on. for real. I quite honestly don't need you anymore. I don't care if I see you with her. I don't care who you're with, it doesn't bother me to see your face any longer. I now have the ability to like new people, different guys. I have the power to fall in love again. I’ve finally let myself live again.

same old story that everybody knows, its one heart holding on, one heart letting go.

I think I’m falling, but it’s too far down. you said you’d catch me before I hit the ground. but the walls are too strong, and I’m finding it too hard to breathe. when I expect you to catch me you just turn around and leave.

I thought I knew you. but I guess it's easier to see what we want than to look for the truth. you think you know me, but you don't. and that means you don't know what I can do.

road signs and streetlights are what guide you on your way. distance doesn't seem to matter much if you've got big dreams at a young age.

but I’m not breaking down and I’m not falling apart. I just lost a little faith when you broke my heart. given a chance I might try it again, but I wouldn't risk it all this time.

no, no, that's not it. listen, you'd better treat this lady like a queen. because you, you my friend... have found the perfect woman. if I was ever so lucky to find the perfect woman, I would give her flowers every day. and not just any flowers, okay? her favourites are orchids. white. and I would bring her breakfast every day. six loaves of wheat bread with butter on both sides. no crusts. just the way she likes it. I’d be her shoulder to cry on and her best friend. and I’d spend every day thinking of ways to make her laugh. she has the most... amazing laugh. that's what I would do, if I were you. but I’m not. so you do it.

no reasonable girl wouldn't drop everything for the right guy.

and even though we know we shouldn’t love them, we do and always will. because there are just a small number of people in this world who will “get” us for reasons we can’t explain, even when they shouldn’t.

time passes. even when it seems impossible. even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. it passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. even for me.

I have high hopes that this year will be the year the dumb girl in me finally dies. she is long overdue for a painless, or even a painful, death. I’m so sick of listening to her try to convince me of things I know don't make any sense: that the plots of romantic movies are plausible; that men who have cheated repeatedly might suddenly decide to turn over a new leaf; that guys who are assholes might turn out to be more considerate in time.

endings are never easy. I always build them up so much in my head that they can't possibly live up to my expectations and I just end up disappointed. I’m not even sure why it matters to me so much how things end. I guess it's because we all want to believe that what we do is very important. that people hang on to our every word that they care what we think. the truth is, you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone, anyone, feel a little better. as my mind drifted to faces I’ve seen before, I was taken to memories of family, of coworkers, of lost loves...even of those who have left us. and as I rounded that corner they all came at me in a wave a shared experience. and even though it felt warm and safe, I knew it had to end. it's never good to live in the past too long. the future can be whatever I want it to be. and who's to say this isn't what happens? who can tell me that my fantasies won't come true, just this once?

if I could wish for my life to be perfect, it would be tempting but I would have to decline, for life would no longer teach me anything.

because you don’t deserve it. a second chance let alone a third, fourth, fifth, sixth. I’m mad and sad; mostly I’m jealous because I wish I’d had as many chances as you’ve been given. because I know I’d take it seriously. I wouldn’t take advantage of anyone. I wouldn’t lead anyone on. I would try my hardest not to hurt anyone, and that is so much more than I can say for you. I guess you’re just used to getting whatever you want.

whether you like it or not, it ain't going to stop.

love is needing someone. love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

and if you'd rather stay in at night, I can relate to that. and if it feels like your heart's dried up, I can relate to that. and if you need someone by your side, I am out there.

never have I felt a colder July, when you shrugged off my emotions, and told me they were all lies.

when you need to arms to fall into, I will rescue you.

finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. but finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. a soul mate is one who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. they say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone.

we may suffer together, but we all die alone.

he's the kind of guy that makes you love your name just because of the way he says it.

color outside the lines. let yourself daydream. agree with your imagination and laugh at all of the rules.

you're just breaking me down, piece by piece, using me for your own benefit. but what are you going to do when there's nothing left of me?

I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

to me, the meaning of life is to love with all you have and never stop. love the world around you, love the people you know, and don't let anyone feel unloved. love until your heart is fit to burst and love even more. when you feel love, and you love life, then you're truly alive.

you and I got something, but then it's all and then it's nothing to me. and I got my defenses when it comes to your intentions for me. and we wake up in the breakdown with the things we never thought we could be.

because I’m broken when I’m open and I don't feel like I am strong enough. because I’m broken when I’m lonesome. and I don't feel right when you're gone.

I dedicate this song to the boys who don't belong, to the girls who get it wrong. I’m dedicating this to the ones who don't fit in.

some things are hard to write about. after something happens to you, you go to write it down and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts, or ignore the important ones. at any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.

you make breaking hearts look so easy. it seems like you've done this before.

happiness is highly overrated.

when two people meet, there are really six people present. there is each man as he sees himself, each man as he wants to be seen, and each man as he really is.

there's only one solution I can see here, and that's love.

your love is nothing but a bitter taste. it's better if I walk away.

as you know, I’m not good at goodbyes but I guess that's what this is, a real one this time, cause as much as I thought I wanted us to be together, I guess what I want more is to be one of those people who lives every moment of his life without indecision and without regrets, someone who dares to disturb the universe without a thought to the consequences, and you're not one of those people, at least not yet. maybe you'll prove me wrong about that one day, I hope you do, but who knows?  maybe people can't change. maybe we're doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over again, no matter how hard we try. I always hope for a happy ending, how crazy is that?! take care of yourself.

he's everything you want, he's everything you need. he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. he says all the right things at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you and you don't know why.

as the years pass, you take a minute and look back; all the parties, the friendships, embarrassing moments that you now laugh about, all the hardships you went through that you realized only made you stronger, the people, the memories, and unforgettable moments that you shared. and with all that, you realize you will never forget these years.

we both know life is too short. too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn’t appreciate and value you.

failure is not falling down. it is remaining where you have fallen.

I need you here more than ever when I thought I was done with you it only made me want you more

I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. I want to know if you will risk looking a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. you're just passing it on.

 I’m not saying girls are perfect, because we know that's not true. but why be unfaithful to her if she's always been true to you?

a little bit goes a long way.

if we could sit together a moment and talk forever just to pass the time, I would smile as the shivers and chills run down my spine. with your eyes are locked on mine. oh, we will fill the metro skies with country air, and when you close your tired eyes; I’ll meet you there.

I never thought I’d hear myself saying this, but thank you. because if you hadn’t come along, I never would have learned that my worst day could also have been my best. because when a heart breaks, it also opens. and once a heart opens, any number of things can happen, and some of them can be wonderful.

we were still young; I let you go like the paper airplanes. how can I explain that I’m lost without you around? what if I never lost you? I wouldn't have to find you all over again. you're the one I’ve always wanted, the one I can't live without.

if you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

it's strange indeed how memories can lie dormant in a man's mind for so many years. yet, those memories can be reawakened and brought forth, fresh and new, just by something you've seen, or something you've heard, or the sight of an old familiar face.

sure, it sucked to be lost, but I’d long ago realized I preferred it to depending on anyone else to get me where I needed to go. that was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. whatever happened – good, bad, or anywhere in between – it was always, if nothing else, all your own.

here's to the kids, whose idea of a good time is sitting on the hood of their car, watching the stars.

look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain. but you know, the Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? "I want to hold your hand" the first single, its effing brilliant, right? that's what everybody wants, nicky. they don't want a 24 hour hump session; they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. they just want to hold your hand.

to love is to have a heart; to be in love is to make it beat.

anyone who can touch you can hurt you, or heal you. anyone who can reach you can love you, or leave you.

things are getting to me. just how people are. how they expect you to be a certain way. even your best friend.

you may not end up where you thought you were going but you'll end up right where you were meant to be.

what one has not experienced, one will never understand in print.

now you know I need a miracle, a star crossed lover, an arrow in my heart. I need a rainy day in an endless summer, a pocket full of stars.

if you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels. and if you haven't, you can't possibly imagine it.

you've got a smile that could light up this whole town. I haven't seen it in a while, since she brought you down. you say you're fine...I know you better than that. hey, what are you doing with a girl like that?

you know; I’m not the perfect person. I cry occasionally. laugh non-stop, smile when I’m happy and hate people that judge me. I can't pick myself back up most of the time but I try, I have the best friends in the world. but I still get into fights with them. I try too hard and I’m way too hard on myself. but hey; that's just me.

if I could explain how much you meant to me, you wouldn't understand. it'd come out in jumbles, and I’d gasp for air in between sentences. I’d have to catch my breath, just like I have to in the moments we spend together. and I’d never trade them. I’d never trade you.

I realize that overall, you weren’t really worth it. there were moments with you that made me really happy, but the majority of the time you just shut me out. that’s why this summer; I’ll try to get over you. we might’ve had something really great, but I guess we’ll never know. I’ll never forget the good times with you, but I’ll also never forget how you hurt me more than any other boy.

I’ve got a world of chances, chances that you're burning through.

what's the point of saying goodbye if you know he won't even miss you?

I can't set my hopes too high, 'cause every hello ends with a goodbye.

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 beings, everywhere, even the stars.

I want to look at you and not feel so hurt by you.

you may not be her first, her last, or her only. she loved before, she may love again. but if she loves you now, what else matters? she's not perfect- you aren't either and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. she may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break- her heart. so don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there

just think how happy you would be if you lost everything you have right now, and then got it back again.

I do have a history of disappointing the people I love over and over... and over. you never know when it's going to happen again... could be today.

time has told me, you are a rare, rare find. a troubled cure for a troubled mind. and time has told me not to ask for more, for someday our ocean will find its shore.

it's not that you don't love me anymore. it's that you've never loved me in the first place.

getting a man is like capturing a wily silverback gorilla in the ugandan highlands. you see, nature is telling the gorilla to stay in the wild, but both you and I know that the gorilla would be much happier back in the zoo on a normal feeding schedule. but sometimes he's just got to roar and beat his chest before he'll let you shoot him with a tranquilizer dart.

we cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it

he said something that didn't mean as much then as it does now. he told me that things happen in life that you can't stop, but it wasn't a reason to shut out the world. I realize that I have been so afraid of the bad things that I missed out on the good.

there are two types of girls: the ones you grow out of and the ones you grow into; I really hope I’m the latter.

waiting is the most important thing that we can do for the one we love. but it proved one thing to me. as it goes, it can also change our minds.

take all the time you need to heal emotionally. moving on doesn’t take a day; it takes lots of little steps to be able to break free of your broken self.

I’d move mountains for you, and don't you say you're not worth it. because I know you are, and somehow this time I really trust myself on this one. that's a good thing, right?

try and expect nothing, but be open for anything. don't look for happiness, but don't settle for anything less.

it's alright, it's ok. I’m so much better without you. I won't be sorry. it's alright, it's ok.

when everything is wrong, I’ll come talk to you. you make things alright when I’m feeling blue. you are such a blessing and I won't be messing with the one thing that brings light to all of my darkness. you are my best friend and I love you.

it's amazing how far you've come considering where you started.

it just happened overnight; one day we were us, and then one we day we weren't anymore.

something’s never get better. none of us know why we love, or why we stop loving, or why everyone we love, we lose.

girlfriends are generally more trouble than they're worth.

I just want you to know that you aren't good enough for him, never will be. that's why you're in the friend zone.

and even though we know we shouldn't love them, we do and always will. because there are just a small number of people in this world who will "get" us for reasons we can't explain, even when they shouldn't.

because the only thing that matters is that you get away from the pain and the thought of losing your mind. don't blame yourself; it was everyone around you who made you act this way.

what we do doesn't define who we are. what defines us is how well we rise after falling.

have shitloads of fun. life is too short to waste a second. spend every day with the ones who bring out the best in you.

imagination is the best way to say fuck you to reality.

you can feel it, 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're beginning to feel can crush your entire heart, and everything you try to do to solve the problem only pushes them further and further away from you. when the only chance of getting things back to the way they were, is to hope this person realizes what they may be losing.

so how does it happen, great love? nobody knows. but what I can tell you is that it happens in the blink of an eye. one minute, you're enjoying life. and the next, you can't figure out how you ever lived without them.

until you face all the mistakes you've made, you'll never change.

there are no rewards in being lazy. all you get are regrets and a sour after taste. go after what you want; don't lie back and watch the world spin by.

I’m tired of feeling bad. I’d rather feel nothing. it's better, it's easier.

people change. people change because it's an ongoing part of life, something you can't help. sometimes, it's for good. in my case, I’ve only ever really experienced the bad. every single one of the friends I’ve had since I was about six years old have all become complete monsters. I don't even have a certain group of friends now. day to day, the people I spend time with change, so I don't have to deal with the same ruthless drama all the time. and the sad part about all this isn't the fact that everyone has pretty much turned their backs on me, it's the fact that as of right now, I can't tell if I’m happy or not with the way things are. and quite honestly, I don't think I’ll ever know. so I guess I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing and hope for the best. shit's tough, you know?

it's a strange thing we do. we fall in love knowing that if the person we loved ever left us, it would destroy us completely.

suddenly, I knew what I had to do. love isn't about ridiculous little words. love is about grand gestures. love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky writing. love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there. love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn't even know was there.

nothing in this world worth fighting for comes easy.

you've got to accept the fact that life isn't a fairytale. things aren't always happily ever after. things like magic wishes, prince charmings, and true love don't happen in real life. magic wishes come from money; prince charming's a shallow idiot with a bad haircut and overpriced clothes. and true love? ha! true love is one-sided, ace. you love him, he loves someone else. he loves you, you love someone else. never quite works out, does it? so you end up with some actor pretending to be your true love. real considerate of someone to let you know reality was like that before being thrown into it. "if you wish, it'll happen." well, wish in one hand and crap in the other and see which one fills up faster. welcome to reality. enjoy your stay.

so carry on, my friends, I’ll make my peace, I’ll make amends. carry on my friends, I’ll turn my back, I’ll just pretend.

he and I had something beautiful, but so dysfunctional, it couldn't last. I loved him so, but I let him go, because I knew he'd never love me back. such pain as this shouldn't have to be experienced; I’m still reeling from the loss, still a bit delirious. near to you, I am healing, but it's taking so long. because though he's gone, and you are wonderful, it's hard to move on. yet, I’m better near to you. you and I have something different, but I’m enjoying it cautiously. I’m battle scarred, I am working oh so hard to get back to who I used to be. he's disappearing, fading subtly; I’m so close to being yours. yet, I’m better near to you.

those nights when we talk about nothing for hours? those are the nights that will mean everything to me for years.

you wonder why I don't talk to you anymore and please believe me when I say it's not because I don't want to, it's just that everything I want to say, I can't say anymore.

since when is it better to be silent? sometimes silence screams louder than anyone could do with words. most of the time, silences hurt way more than any word could. cause silences say nothing, nothing at all.

love is a temporary madness. it erupts like an earthquake then subsides. and when it subsides you have a decision to make. you have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should never part. because that is what love is. love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, and it is not promulgation of promises of eternal passion. that is just being 'in love' which any of us can convince ourselves we are. love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

I’ll always care and I’ll always be there, like you have from the start. at one point in time, we'll say our goodbyes, become adults, and live our separate lives; but sun or rain, no matter what weather; you're always my best friend, now and forever.

it's just a shame to let you walk away. is there a chance, a fragment of light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight? is there a chance you may change your mind or are we ashes and wine?

sacrifice is a big thing as you grow older. ultimately something gets sacrificed, and in the end you just have to hope you don't regret making that choice. because it’s the 'what ifs' that hurt the most. those missed opportunities where your mind won't let go of what could've happened, but didn't.

so speak your mind. tell me why we used to share secrets, and now we share distance. we both know this isn't the way it should be.

and I will go on shining, shining like brand new. I’ll never look behind me, my troubles will be few.

when words become useless, hold her hand.

don't aim for success if you want it; just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally.

I’d give you my everything, if you gave me yours. I know we tried this a few time, but that was before. I’m ready if you're ready, and I’m pretty sure I am. I’m waiting for you here, but I don't know how long I can.

laying there with your arms around me I felt so comfortable and safe. my heart was beating a mile a minute having you so close to me. as you played with my hair and kissed me I couldn't help but smile straight from my heart. I could see how much you cared from the look in your eyes. it made me never want to let you go. to just stay wrapped in your arms forever. where nothing else matters but you and me.

but things are changing, and lately we're just backtracking. and I don't want things to be like they used to be.

it's not too late to learn how to love, and forget how to hate.

I can't set my hopes too high cause every hello ends with a goodbye.

then something happened- something difficult to describe- a feeling came over me. it was like remembering something I’d never known before, or had always been waiting for, but I didn't know what. maybe it was something I’d forgotten, or something I’ve been missing all my life. all I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness, but not too much sadness, because I felt alive.

if I kept you too close, it was because I wanted to keep you longer.

a laundry list of problems doesn't make you interesting. and never getting help doesn't make you brave.

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.

I know you. well, no, I knew you. a long time ago. when you were still nice and when we were together. when I loved you and you loved me back. I knew the old you. the nice and funny guy. the one who always made me blush, smile, and giggle. now I’m not sure I know you anymore, but I don't know if I’d want to. because the new you, well, you still make me laugh and blush, but I don't giggle. and you also make all the tears come down. rushing through my face, burning on my cheeks, killing all the peace my soul contains.

suppose we were happy, suppose it was true. and suppose there were cold nights, but we somehow made it through. and suppose that I am nothing without you.

it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

I don't think we have to be like this forever. is there more to life than love and being together? you went away because you said you couldn't love me, and I went away because all I do is love you.

I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well. I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw.

if some lives form a perfect circle, others take shape in ways we cannot predict or always understand. loss has been part of my journey. but it has also shown me what is precious. so has love for which I can only be grateful.

there comes a point where it’s not that you don’t care anymore, you just can’t.

I laid all my cards on the table and he swept them away without a second glance. in the few days since it happened, I’ve tried not to think about it, because the only thing I feel when I remember laying myself open in the way that I did is shame. pure and absolute shame.

it’s getting so hard to be around you. because every time I see you, I see a stranger. you’ve changed, and I just miss the person you used to be. the one that cared, the one that wouldn’t ever hurt me, not if they could help it. but now, now all you care about is yourself. maybe you never did care in the first place, I’m not sure. all I know is the person I loved so much is no longer there. nothing is left of you. everything’s changed, and I miss the person you used to be.

sometimes you just have to let them win, because losing the argument is easier than losing them.

do not regret growing older. it is a privilege denied to many.

when you look at a person, any person, remember that everyone has a story. everyone has gone through something that has changed them

maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it

because we couldn't see each other every day, it made the times we spent together a lot more special

people are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. people talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. love hurts. feelings are disturbing. people are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. how can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? pain is meant to wake us up. people try to hide their pain. but they're wrong. pain is something to carry, like a radio. you feel your strength in the experience of pain. it's all in how you carry it. that's  what matters. pain is a feeling. your feelings are a part of you. your own reality. if you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. you should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

he knew perfect. unlike most people, for him it wasn't some distant horizon. for him, perfect was just over the hill, close enough to make out the landscape. and it wasn't a place he would just visit. he was going to live there.

the truth doesn't always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatly wrapped lies.

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

love's not enough when you say it. don't you know, you've got to mean it? you're screwing up the best thing ever. it's something you'll regret forever. take her and make sure she feels it. let her know, you'll never let her go.

take this feeble mind and mold it into something better and help me realize that I won't live forever. I know it's been a while but I swear you wouldn't be so lonely if only you'd let me in.

I don't know. I mean, I want to be his friend, but then again, I don't. you know? I mean, how can you simply be friends with someone when every time you look at them, you're thinking about how much more you really want.

progress always involves risks; you can't steal second and keep your foot on first.

silent fighting is the worst. at least when there’s screaming and yelling you know what the other person is feeling.

I will share the air that I breathe, I’ll give you my heart on a string. I just don't want to miss anything.

you're all that I hoped I’d find, in every single way. and everything I could give, is everything you couldn't take. because nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away, and the hardest part of living, is just taking breaths to stay.

I’m through with it. all of it. I simply do not care anymore. I don't want to care anymore. I’m walking away now and you can say or do what you want. it's not going to stop me. I’m done with caring.

sometimes being at your lowest point can be the best thing that can happen to you. because now you know, the only way you can go is up.

there's two types of people in the world, the givers and the takers, and the givers always sleep better.

I wonder how am I supposed to feel when you're not here? because I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here. I still try holding on to silly things, I never learn.

everybody knows that something’s wrong, but nobody knows what's going on. we all sing the same old song. when you want it all to go away, it's shaping up to be a lonely day.

when you're thinking about how much you miss me, and I’m completely fine, remember how I felt, and remind yourself this is what you wanted. because with every day coming and going, I’m learning how to be okay without you. and I can't wait for the day when I get to look at you and feel absolutely nothing.

guess I always knew you were broken on the inside, watching life pass you by but you couldn't move, and no one stopped to ask you if it was okay.

so here's to giving up because it's the fastest road to healing. even if it isn't exactly the smartest.

I don't blame your tongue for saying those words you didn't mean. I blame my ears for soaking in every bit of it.

here we are, in the best years of our lives, with no way of knowing when the wheel will stop spinning cause we don't know where we're going. and here we are, on the best day of our lives, and it's a go, make it last. so cheers you all to that, cause this moment's never coming back.

accept everything about yourself—I mean everything. you are you and that is the beginning and the end—no apologies, no regrets.

my only relief is to sleep when I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely. I’m nothing.

sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

the person meant for you is the person who'll love you even when there's no more reason to love you. for in your nothingness, the one meant for you will find what's lovable in you.

don’t go for looks, they can deceive. don’t go for wealth, even that fades away. go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.

I try and try to move on with my life, yet every part of me surrenders at the mention of your name.

you think maybe that I’m just so easy, you can come in and out of my life like you please. but baby, no.

I think there's something in your heart you're running from. you know there's a girl you have feelings for. you can be mad at me all you want, you can say your heart's fine. but until you tell this girl how you feel, your heart's going to be flawed.

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.

it takes someone special to turn ordinary moments into something to remember

you were there to pick me up when all he did was push me down.