Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.
It’s crazy, right? To love someone who’s hurt you? It’s even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.
I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn’t get past something like that, you got through it.
It’s just like nurses in a hospital tend to know more than the doctors most of the time; if you really want to get the answers to a question about court, you should spend more time buttering up the clerks than the judges.
You live and let live, eventually that becomes enough.
You’ll tell yourself anything you have to, to pretend that you’re still the one in control.
And I think, not for the first time, that what is immoral is not always wrong.
Does fate ever play by the rules?
There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.
I’m not saying you did the wrong thing. I’m not even saying it wasn’t something I’d thought of doing, myself. But even if it was the just thing to do, or the fitting thing, it still wasn’t the right thing.
What’s stronger-the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one’s back on it?
But what if your obsession has nothing to do with drugs or thrills or money? What if what you want most in the world is to recapture the way life was a week, a month, a year ago-and you are willing to do whatever it takes?
Maybe honesty is overvalued. What’s truly priceless is picking out from a stream of falsehoods the ones you most need to hear.
Justification is a remarkable thing-takes all those solid lines and blurs them, so that honor becomes as supple as a willow, and ethics burst like soap bubbles.
Just when you think you’ve got your life by the reins, that’s when it’s most likely to run away with you.
She wanted him to tell her that when you love someone so hard and so fierce, it was all right to do things that you knew were wrong.
All it takes is a second and your whole life can get turned upside down.
A fire can’t burn forever. Eventually, it consumes itself.
There is a fine line between seeing something that’s lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.
You fell in love with someone because of the tilt of his smile, or because he could make you laugh, or in this case, because he made you believe that you were the only one who could save him.