“Love is the way I feel for you, the way you fill something inside me whenever you so much as walk into the same room.”

It hurts being the one who loves more

It takes loneliness in oneself to recognize it in another.

It’s frightening how much things change in seventy-one years.

But the world is out there, and it understands that the illusion of knowledge and freedom is not the same as the real thing.

The afterlife is whatever a soul wishes or believes it to be.

Finally he closed the distance between us and kissed me – a sweet, gentle kiss that held within it every single one of the thousand days I’d loved him as my everything, long after I’d begun to love him as a friend.

Sometimes love is quite, lingering in the background until you least expect it. But love it always there for you

I care,” he said in a trembling voice. “I care so much that I do not know how to tell you without it seeming inconsequential compared to how.

I feel. Even if I am distant at times and seem as if I do not want to be with you, it is only because this scares me, too.

Sadness doesn’t equal weakness, sweetheart. If anything, it shows the love you have inside of you, and nothing stronger in this world exists.

Being brave doesn’t mean never being afraid, you know. It means going for it anyway because you know it’s the right thing to do.

Keep trying until you have no more chances left.

Sometimes we misjudge what is possible and what is not.

Harry Potter changed my life in more ways than one, and it helped me get through my mothers death.

Whatever obstacles you face, remember you can get through anything if you want to badly enough.

Eventually it will fade, and there are those who will do whatever it takes to make that happen sooner rather than later.

The trick is not how much pain you feel – but how much joy you feel

I don’t want to look sloppy, because then I feel sloppy

I will never forget that day. I just wanted to see Kurt Cobain’s face. I had a feeling he was very cute. But, I couldn’t see his face.

The trick is not how much pain you feel–but how much joy you feel. Any idiot can feel pain.

We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.

The sea’s only gifts are harsh blows and, occasionally, the chance to feel strong.

Climbing the economic ladder has been very hard for me; I still feel a great deal of guilt towards those I left behind.