There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone’s bad qualities because they somehow complete you.
Don’t think or judge, just listen.
There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.