Welcome to the land of the living sweetheart. Everyone’s messed up. It’s what makes us human.
Life isn’t fair, but living? Living is heaven. Living is a gift. Every gift is different – every path is different – for some reason this is ours, and the sooner we accept it, the sooner we can stop crying and start living.
Living is hard – dying is easy. You close your eyes and never open them again. What’s so difficult about that? Nothing really – except it hurts like hell to those you leave behind.
Do it afraid.
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.
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.