“Love is keeping the promise anyway.”

I don’t think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.

I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

It’s just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

You are helpful, and you are loved, and you are forgiven, and you are not alone.

You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.

They love their hair because they’re not smart enough to love something more interesting.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

What a slut time is. She screws everybody.

If you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.

We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.

Depression is a side effect of dying.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.

The future is a kind of nostalgia.

I think autumn can teach a lot about love. About how much beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

And every breath without you is torture, but at least I can finally breathe again.

I’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.

A rose with her thorns is still a rose.

I could write another love poem but my metaphors get mixed like the drinks I had the night that more than our paths crossed – strongly.

You see the sky in blue I see the sky in fifty shades of you.

You seek in me your haven of peace and I seek in you my demon’s haven. My haven of fire.

I still have hope that one day someone will love all of me – from the hallelujahs right down to the hallows.