I prayed over and over again that God would spare me, not because I cared that much about my own life – but because I cared about hers.
What you two have – it’s a once in a lifetime – you fight for him, sweetheart. Fight for him with every last breath. No regrets, okay?
He kissed her like he was going off to war. And she kissed him back like it was true.
Don’t let pain keep you from moving forward. It shouldn’t stop your progress – it should drive it.
Dying without really living. Leaving this world knowing that the girl who makes me want to live the most-will have to do it without me.
Goodbye – whoever invented that word should burn in Hell.
My heart for yours.
Just because we aren’t crying on the outside doesn’t mean we aren’t completely wrecked on the inside.
Seek and you’ll find.
How I spend my time is my right – but in the end, it still affects those I don’t leave time for. There’s a yin and yang in life. But people seriously don’t ever realize it until it’s too late.
Live your life as if each moment is your last. This isn’t about going crazy. It’s about appreciation.
Ma’am, what does Justin Timberlake have to do with anything?” “Justin Timberlake is the answer to everything,” Grandma said solemnly. “How do you figure?” After a long pause she answered, “Because he brought sexy back.” “I’m sorry I didn’t take a sick day today.
Demetri: I won’t abandon you. I’m sure as hell not going to listen to you, and you can damn well know that I’m going to fight for you.
Welcome to the land of the living sweetheart. Everyone’s messed up. It’s what makes us human.
I think if you love someone, you shouldn’t care about her appearance at all. Loving someone because of her physical attribute isn’t love. It’s either lust or crush.
He tasted like cinnamon – too bad I was allergic to cinnamon. Good thing I didn’t go into anaphylactic shock from the kiss. That would have been awkward.
Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, alive or dead, young or old, my heart will always be with yours. Every beat you feel against your fingertips... ” His fingers tapped against my chest, once, twice. “... is me calling out to you. It’s you returning the call. It’s us talking, communicating, bonding, sharing, Living – Kiersten, it’s us living.
Just because you need help to cope doesn’t make you any less strong. The truly weak people in this life are the ones who can’t admit they need help. They’re the ones who can’t admit that they can no longer go at it alone. Those are the people who are weak. By asking for help, by taking help, you’ve just admitted your weakness and in that, you find your strength. The weak of the world are those who think they’ve got it all figured out and flaunt it to others.
Everyone wears masks. They come in all different shapes and sizes. The only problem with trying one on – is that it fits. How easily we fall into the trap that we don’t have to be who we really are. How easily we convince ourselves that we need to cover up what we were born to be. It’s a tragedy – that fear keeps us from our destiny. It’s hell – when the person you were created to be – is covered up by some cheap imposter.
Watching someone you love go through difficult times is like being trapped in your own body but paralyzed. You want to yell at them, scream, help them, but your body won’t move, and you know that no matter how hard you try, in the end, the path is theirs to choose, you can’t choose for them. What a terrifying concept, especially considering we hardly see every option when we’re stuck in our own self-defeat.