“I gave you things I wasn’t sure I even had.”

“I am going to tell you a secret. Everything is about wanting. Everything. Things happen because of people wanting. Watch closely, and you’ll see what I mean.”

"Please don't expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand."

"I turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were."

"You'll be crying out in pain. Begging me to play my games."

Just because I'm nice to you, doesn't mean I like you. It just means I'm not rude.

If you are trapped between your feelings and what other people think is right, always go for whatever makes you happy. Unless you want everybody to be happy, except you.

"That's how depression hits. You wake up one morning afraid that you're going to live."

"Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing, the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. As the Beatles once said: 


”All I want to do is hold your hand.”

But you write such pretty words. But love is no storybook. Love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt.


"Do you like to hurt?"

"I do. I do."

"Then hurt me."

"We're creatures from the underworld. We can't afford to love."

"I make no apologies for how i chose to repair what you broke."

"I hate when people make jokes about cutting, suicide or eating disorders because you don't know what the people around you are going through. It hurts."

"Let’s say you were drafted to a team that wasn’t your first pick. You know, you don’t like the players. You hate the way they play the game. You even think the quarterback is full of crap. The quarterback’s a pain in the ass you don’t owe a damned thing to. But, it’s your team. You don’t quit. You don’t talk to the press. You don’t bitch to the coach. You just, you just go out there every Sunday and you make the blocks and you take the hits and you, you play to win. You show up and you suit up and you play, because it’s your freaking team."

“I don’t know, I think you’re either born simple or you’re born … me. I want to be the person who gets happy over finding the perfect dress. I want to be simple because no one holds a gun to the head of a simple girl.”

It's never too late to be what you have been before.

Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow."

"I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day.  When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon."

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

"There's a time when you can share and you hold hands and be on the same path. But there's always a fork in the road... at some point. And sometimes you have to go on one part of the fork and they gotta go on the other part of the fork. Or just down the back part of the fork while you go forward. And they're like *sigh* Or they got a salad fork and you have one of the big dinner forks and you have longer to go but they're like done because that's it, they're stuck on a piece of food, that they *sigh*. A desert fork or like one of those, you know small little shrimp forks or crab forks and you're trying to get out a crab. They're like that and you're over here jumping to the huge serving fork or something like that, or a ladle, you know."