Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.
I am proud that I defy your categories. I am proud that I don’t fit easily into any box. I am proud of all the things I am and all the things i can be. Question yourself every time you think you only see one thing in me.
The more kindness and justice are challenged, the more we must embrace them. Only when you are challenged – and only when you challenge yourself – do you discover what truly matters.
Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.
Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.
There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it’s a bearable one.
You can’t know what it is like for us now – you will always be one step behind. Be thankful for that. You can’t know what it was like for us then – you will always be one step ahead. Be thankful for that, too.
Answerless questions can destroy you. Move on.
When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.
There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.
Here’s what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.
You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.
If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn’t care about us. Time doesn’t care about us. That’s why we have to care about each other.
Part of growing up is making sure your sense of reality isn’t entirely grounded in your own mind.
I am a firm believer in serendipity- all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.
I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.
This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.
You’re giving up. You’re slipping into being miserable and if you are being miserable, then it’s all about you again. But it’s not all about you. Love doesn’t work that way.
Slowly would be better than not at all.
Our moments are music, and sometimes – just sometimes – we can catch them and put them into some lasting form. If we didn’t have music, I don’t think we could ever be truly happy, and if we didn’t have special moments, we would never find music.