Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.
Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together.
I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.
Just because a person is beautiful doesn’t mean there’s no soul beneath. Doesn’t mean that person hasn’t suffered like everyone else, doesn’t mean they don’t hope to still be a good human being in an awful world.
But I guess you don’t see the planets when you’re staring at the sun. You just get blinded.
When it comes to true dance, it’s not about how you look, it’s all about the joy you feel.
Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it’s so fleeting.
We didn’t believe in fate, but we believed in serendipity. We felt very lucky.
The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it.
It’s not the easy things that let you get to know a person.
Every person is a possibility. The hopeless romantics feel it most acutely, but even for others, the only way to keep going is to see every person as a possibility.
He’ll have to prove it to you. Every day, he’ll have to prove he’s worthy of you. And if he doesn’t, that’s it. But I think he will.
Without you I wouldn’t have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You’re the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.
I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope’s disappointment.
Enlightenment is scary. Sometimes things look better in the dark.
I close my eyes. And i scream. If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make the sound of the crashing. I want to scream until all my bones break.
After tiny has tried ballerina pose, swing-batter-batter pose, pump-up-the-jam pose, and top-of-the-mountain-sound-of-music pose in the reflection of the bean, he walks us to a bench overlooking lake shore drive.
You never let things go unanswered for too long. Emails. Phone calls. Questions. As if you know the waiting is the hardest part for me.
I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.
How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?