“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.”
“December is the loneliest month. I like to be alone. I just don’t like to be lonely.”
“But she did love him. I believe it. I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention.”
“It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I’ve made none the champion.”
“Love is patient; love does not make a point of showing you how patient it is. It is critical to understand the distinction.”
“You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.”
“Shakespeare said it best, something along these lines: if we die today, we do not have to die tomorrow, so let us look to the best in each other.”