“There comes a point where you stop trying to make others feel good about who you are and just want to feel good about yourself.”

I’ve defined love in so many ways before this moment, but this is by far my favorite.

He stares at me and I know, I know for once that I mean the world to someone.

Why are you waiting around for someone who has not chosen you.

You’re supposed to help your partner progress and push them to be the best version of themselves.

She went through a snowstorm just to lie by his side. He wouldn’t even walk through the rain.

You were never worth the chase and I was always worth the effort.

No one knows how bad this hurts and I won’t tell them Cause I know I’m going to stay and I don’t feel like being judged for it.

I’m sorry is no longer a healing balm. It won’t happen again is just another lie.

Love me to the bone beneath the nerves beyond my mistakes beneath my veins and even as my heart breaks. Love me entirely or not at all.

I’m stuck between loving life and losing my faith in humanity.

I’m not looking for perfect just something worth believing in.

I felt for so long like love had forgotten my name until the day you said it.

I can’t think of anything more beautiful than being loved by you.

Night falls, and the wounds we try to pretend we don’t have begin to haunt us.

The war between my mind and my heart has been the biggest destruction of my peace.

We cling to others because we feel like we won’t be able to do better. If you keep telling yourself that, then that’s all you’ll ever believe.

But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.

Even the solitude, I’ve actually grown to quite like. I do like the feeling of getting into my little car, knowing for the next couple of hours I’ll have only the roads, the big gray sky and my daydreams for company.

Her heart was broken perhaps, but it was a small inexpensive organ of local manufacture. In a wider and grander way she felt things had been simplified.

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.

Love is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Benevolence and feeling ennoble the most trifling actions.