Told her she was beautiful. Didn't give up when she didn't believe me.
I think of friendship in terms of love.
There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.
..I've been trying to argue myself into thinking these things don't matter, A. Really,I have. But I've lost the argument. And I can't keep having it, when I know what the real answer is.
You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.
If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.
It felt good to be surrounded by books, by all this solid knowledge, by these objects that could be ripped page by page but couldn't be torn if the pages all held together.
The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.
I will be the one to leave you.
I don’t want to know anything, and I want to know it all
We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.
It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.
I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.
What's the big deal with France? How come everyone wants to go there? Let me tell you about France. Their music sucks. Their movies suck. Their berets suck. Their croissants are pretty good, but the place overall still sucks.My family went there once on the way to visit Dad's homeland family. EuroDisney. Need I say more?
It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason. And maybe I've gotten it backward, maybe it's just because I need a reason that I find myself falling in love with her. But I don't think that's it. I think I would have continued along, oblivious, if I hadn't happened to meet her.
And just like that, the universe goes wrong. Just like that, all the enormity seems to shrink into a ball and float away from my reach. I feel it, and she doesn't. Or I feel it, and she won't.
I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable nighttime conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no light in the room.
I want my own books to have their own shelves," you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together.
You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.
aloof, adj. It has always been my habit, ever since junior high school, to ask that question: “What are you thinking?” It is always an act of desperation, and I keep on asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.
Serrated, adj. And you said, "I'm not sure we can.
No funny stuff in here tonight, you understand?” Dash said, “I assure you I could not contemplate any of your so-called funny stuff seeing as how I have no idea why I’m even here.” Mark scoffed. “You bookish little pervert.” “Thank you, sir!” Dash said brightly.
Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?
If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.
only adj. thats the dilemma isn't it? when you're single, there's the sadness and joy of only me. And when you're paired, there's the sadness and joy of only you.
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