Well, it’s nice to have a dream. But it’s even nicer when there’s a remote possibility of it coming true.
Today’s worries are yesterday’s fears and tomorrow’s stories.
You cannot outwalk your problems. Can never run fast enough to evade them completely.
The only reason I lost, the only reason I failed to get what I want, is because the monster is me, there’s no difference between us. It makes all the moves, calls all the shots, while I’m just along for the ride, with no idea how to pull the brakes or get off.
Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn’t sitting very well with me these days.
And while I’m sure you feel that your particular mistake is extraordinarily big, insurmountable even, contrary to what you might think, these types of things can always be undone, and oftentimes aren’t nearily as lethal as we think – or, should I say, as we allow them to be.
You and I are meant to be. It’s the only thing I’m absolutely sure of. And while I have no idea what to expect, I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to find my way back.
Because the truth is, I do love him. I’ve loved him without ceasing. I’ve loved him since that very first day. I loved him even when I swore I didn’t. I can’t help it. I just do.
What a tangle love is.
Damen, seriously, you must know I don’t love you because you’re immortal, I love you because you’re you.
It’s over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over.
Are you staring at me because you’ve seen my doppelganger roaming the halls, playing kind of the cafeteria? Or because you need to borrow a pencil and you’re too shy to ask?
What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.
Forgiveness is healing. Especially forgiving yourself.
Miracles do occur, and it’s never too late to turn your life around and reach for something better.
Does it really matter if I choose the bus over a BMW, and generic over Gucci? Because the car, the wardrobe, the zip code-those are just nouns, things that are fun to have around, sure, but in the end, they have nothing to do with the real me. Nothing to do with who I really am.
After two solid weeks of waking up in Damen’s bed, wrapped in Damen’s arms, you’d think I’d have grown used to it by now. But nope. Not even close. Though I could get used to it. I’d like to get used to it.
Whenever I look at me, all i see are things I’d like to change. Whenever Damon looks at me, all he sees is a glorious gift from the universe somewhere in the middle lies the truth.
We spend our lives getting caught up in all the wrong things – led astray by our minds, our egos, seeing ourselves as separate from each other, rather than listening to the truth that lies within our own hearts, the truth that we are all connected, we are all in it together.
You cannot always have happiness, but you can always give happiness.