...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.
The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.
Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.
Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough.
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
If you simply ignored the feeling, you would never know what might happen, and in many ways that was worse than finding out in the first place. Because if you were wrong, you could go forward in your life without ever looking back over your shoulder and wondering what might have been.
...maybe it's only fitting that relationship that started with a lie would end with one.
I might appear confident and chatty, but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I don't find funny, saying things I don't really mean - because at the end of the day that's what we're all trying to do: fit in, one way or another, desperately trying to pretend we're all the same.
When you love someone, it's never over,' Dr. Carruthers replied gently. 'You move on, because you have to, but you bring him in your heart.
I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.
The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.
After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy?
Nothing's ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do.
As a girl, she had come to believe in the ideal man -- the prince or knight of her childhood stories. In the real world, however, men like that simply didn't exist.
But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.
Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.
I look into my heart and see the abyss looking back at me.''I won't let you fall.
Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.
Maybe memories should be left the way they are.
The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. And the more sorrows you carry.
The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here for you. If a girl wasn't careful, she could fall in love with a touch like that.