Share too much and someone can hurt you.
Far too many people opened their hearts and lives at the drop of a hat. Why give someone that power over you? Why endow them with the ability to hurt you that much? Let someone in and you were asking for an emotional kicking some day.
I hate him for what he’s done, but I still love him for the man he was.
The thing I am most afraid of is love. When you say you love someone you are giving them license to hurt you.
It was the thought of him that I had problems with, I realised. The reality was really rather desirable.
She fizzed when she smiled.
I could grow to like this man, I realized. I could grow to like him a lot.
For one moment I felt the world stand still, and I allowed myself the indulgence of revelling in doing something reckless and foolish because I was madly in love and I didn’t have to worry about the consequences.
It’s the ones you love the most who can lift you in an instant, and destroy you without trying.
When you can’t be honest with people, you can’t ever relax with them.
She believed that owning a lots of things made you a better person. She didn’t know – possibly didn’t want to know – that happiness comes from the inside.
I would rather have nothing than something that was only alright.
He seems to have become a part of my life and I’m disappointed if I don’t see him. If I get to the end of the day without seeing someone who reminds me of him, I feel as if a dull shadow has fallen over me.
I think what love is changes over time, as you grow older, learn more, do more.
When you love someone, them being hurt is worse than any pain that you could suffer.