I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.
There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You’ve ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can’t say any of that.
Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren’t expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.
Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won’t feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.
The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.
I don’t know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don’t want to be her anymore.
Anything that kills hope is a sin.
And then Adam Wilde shows up at Carnegie Hall on the biggest night of my career, and it felt like more than a coincidence. It felt like a gift. From them. For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.
I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.
Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.
Sacrifice, that’s what we do for the people we love.
Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?
Forgivenesss: It’s a miracle drug. It’s God’s miracle drug.
If these walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they’d tell.
Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.
You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it’s out of your control -Mia.
I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.
I’m surrounded by people and feel alone.
Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.
I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.