“Day in and day out, no matter what you believe, no matter what you do, no matter what direction you take in your life, no matter who you are, if you’re happy and you’re good to the people around you, your life, hopefully, will be full of love and amazing things.”
“You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.”
“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
“We fall in love because we long to escape from ourselves with someone as beautiful, intelligent, and witty as we are ugly, stupid, and dull. But what if such a perfect being should one day turn around and decide they will love us back? We can only be somewhat shocked— how can they be as wonderful as we had hoped when they have the bad taste to approve of someone like us?”
“Any idiot can face a crisis; it’s this day-to-day living that wears you out.”
“Is it possible, finally, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?
We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close are we able to come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?”
“No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves.”
“We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.”
“Everyone walks around with a part of themselves broken and bent out of shape, a little portion of themselves out of sync and crumbling thanks to the nature of loving and trying to be loved by other people.”
“I am a self-diagnosed past addict. I pine for lost love. I think incessantly about love I never had, love I really want to have, love I’ll never have.”
How bitterly glad I am to see you. You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it won’t be for long.
What do you know about the sea? Nothing. What do I know about the sea? Nothing. Without a driver this bus is lost. Our lives are over. Come aboard if your destination is oblivion— It should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat, if you want. But it’s a sad view. Oh enough of this disembling. Let me say plainly: I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“So that’s what I’m here to become. And suddenly, this word fills me with a brand of sadness I haven’t felt since childhood. The kind of sadness you feel at the end of summer. When the fireflies are gone, the ponds have dried up and the plants are wilted, weary from being so green.”
“Please know there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or bitter or mean or self-conscious.
We are all full of shit.
Go love someone just because, I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings, but it will always heal, even if you don’t want it to; it keeps going.
There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, I promise.
It is up to you to find them.”
“The truth about healing is that you don’t need to heal to be whole.
By whole, I mean damaged, missing pieces of who you were, your heart— missing what feels like some of your most important parts. Yet not missing any parts of you all. Being, in truth, larger than you were before.
Because all of us are made not only of what we have but of what we lost.
And lost is not a subtraction. As an experience, it is an addition.”
“I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.”