Everyone is always going through tough things, the irony in it is that everyone thinks what they’re going through is just as hard as what you are. Life isn’t about surviving this, it’s about understanding this.
It wasn’t that long, and it certainly wasn’t the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.
Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and not, it was bringing only pain.
Life, I’ve learned, is never fair. If they teach anything in schools, that should be it.
I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that you are there, in everything I am, in everything I’ve ever done, and looking back, I know that I should have told you know much you’ve always meant to me.
But because they didn’t see each other very often, their relationship had more ups and downs than either of them had experienced before. Since everything felt right when they were together, everything felt wrong when they weren’t.
Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world.
Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they’re gone.
What it’s like to be a parent: It’s one of the hardest things you’ll ever do but in exchange it teaches you the meaning of unconditional love.
Knowing there’s one thing I still haven’t told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.
He liked her; it was as simple as that.
When people cared about each other, they always found a way to make it work.
She wasnt exactly sure when it happened. Or even when it started. All she knew for sure was that right here and now, she was falling hard and she could only pray that he was feeling the same way.
There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one’s cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.
It has to get ugly before it gets pretty!
Poetry, she thought, wasn’t written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.
She would tell him what she wanted in her life – her hopes and dreams for the future – and he would listen intently and then promise to make it all come true. And the way he said it made her believe him, and she knew how much he meant to her.
He was the toast to her butter.
She was a stranger now, but she’d been a friend once, and that was enough for him.