Most people talk when they have nothing to say. I’m not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I’d want you to hear.
I wish our love was right now.
You gotta take chances in this life or you’re already dead.
I’m not in love. It’s a crush which is why it hurts. Crushes crush. Otherwise they’d be called awesomes. “I have an awesome on him.
Love,” he said, “has the longest arms.
I’ve been told my whole life that I’ve got all the power. But it’s only now that I’m beginning to believe it. My days of selling junk food and perfume are over. If the world is going to listen to me, I better start saying things that are worth hearing.
Since our school went MiNet blind, it’s for seriously more like 1836 than 2036.
I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy.
I know. It’s shocking to think that the government would try to stick its nose in our ladyparts.
Faith is accepting what makes no sense, what we cannot prove, but know down deep in our souls is real.
I almost can’t believe I’m going to make myself vulnerable to him again. But what is love but the most extreme and exquisite form of risk perception? I know that relationships don’t last. And yet, with him, the risk of not being with him is much worse than any other hurt I can imagine.
I feel better when I am not around people. When I am alone, alone, alone.
I just don’t see the point in beating myself up. I think it’s more productive to concentrate on being a better person right now than punishing myself for who I was in the past.
I hate the very human inclination towards insensitivity.
Zen cuts straight through the Quidditch match in progress and almost gets taken down by a Beater hurling a Nerf quaffle right at his machopartes.
The higher my GPA gets the more I realize high school is useless.
It kind of makes me wish that the worst thing that will ever happen to me would just hurry up and happen already. That way I could live the rest of my life in bliss, if only because I know how much worse things could be.
I don’t know anything about anything. The only difference between then and now is this: I may know more than I used to but my wisdom pales in comparison to that which I have yet to learn.
Bad things can happen to anyone at any time, whether you follow the rules or not.
The tales we tell ourselves about ourselves makes us who we are.