I needed him to know how I felt so I just kissed him as long as he would let me. I used to think talking was all about words. But you can say so much more with your eyes and your fingers and your touch. Words just make us one-dimensional.
Maybe he’s normal and we’re the crazy ones. Maybe everyone should talk to themselves. Maybe we’re all just afraid of what we’d say.
Come on, life passes you by when you stand around talking about it.
Because if you’re lucky enough to have people in your life that make you happy, that inspire you, that move you, you need to devour each moment you have together because you never know how many of those moments you have left. These people are sacred.
What do you say when you’re not enough to make someone stay? What do you do when you meet the love of your life and realize it’s all about timing? How do you accept that no matter how perfect you are for each other, circumstances get in the way? How do you compete with that kind of fate?
She explained sometimes the story is supposed to be missing because it’s still waiting to be written.
I think people are nuts to shut themselves inside all day. We’re cutting ourselves off from each other and it’s only going to get worse.
All you need is one safe anchor to keep you grounded when the rest of your life spins out of control.
When everything comes easily to you, it never challenges you to change.
If you think too much about the future, about seeing me again, you won’t exprience anything. You’ll just be a slave to time.
First I thought she was crazy. Now I’m crazy about her.
What a forced lifestyle our technology, our inventions imposed on our lives when we tried to live synonymously with computers; when we stepped inside their world, we left the natural one behind.
You let me be who I am. So many people ask me why I need to take pictures all the time. Why I’m staring at something they can’t see. It’s like I have to apologize for having eyes. But you’ve never rushed me. I’m at my best around you. You’re my nova. You light me up.
It appears time has two different effects on the heart,” I say, still looking at the leaves. “It either makes it swell with love or shrivel with bitterness.
Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.
I started to teach him how to swim only to leave him in the deep end too soon.
I wonder if it’s okay to let a single person be the center of your life.
If you never leave where you come from, I don’t think you’ll ever figure out who you are, because how much is forced on you? How much of your personality is imposed instead of created? That’s why I left. I think people need to leave in order to find their potential.
Trying to change someone is easier than trying to accept them It’s how we’re programmed.
What is the girl version of a tool? An accessory? Yes! That’s what she is. A safe, simple accessory.
I love you and fried eggs and you more.