Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone’s bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.

Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that’s what makes you strong.

No matter how much time has passed, these things still affect us and the world we live in. If you don’t pay attention to the past, you’ll never understand the future. It’s all linked together.

You can’t always get the perfect moment. Sometimes, you just have to do the best you can under the circumstances.

I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.

Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you strong. If anything, it makes you weaker. Because you’re doing it out of fear.

Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.

Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It’s so easy in the past tense.

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn’t. People weren’t meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.