Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.
Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together
I want to write my life. I want to be able to write my life. You are a second away from saying it. You have no idea how much I love you.
I think one of the highest compliments you can give a person is that when you are talking to him, you are not thinking about the fact that you are talking to him. That is, your thoughts and words all exist on a single, engaged level. You are being yourself because you aren't bothering to think about who you should be. It is like when you talk in a dream.
It was the most amazing feeling in the world. to know that something right happened, and to know that it had happened not through luck or command but simply because it was right.
me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.
me giving my mom romantic advice is kind of like a goldfish giving a snail advice on how to fly.” -Will Grayson (pg. 66)
My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.
Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to-- the fact that you say its over, or the fact that you say it's a game.
But I still has enough longing for that concept that I didn't want to dispel it completely. Meaning: I didn't want to tell Lily that I felt we'd all been duped by Plato and the idea of a soul mate. Just in case it turned out that she was mine.
You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.
She asked me what was wrong, and I told her I had to end it. She was surprised, and asked my why I thought so. I told her it wasn't a thought, more a feeling, like I couldn't breathe and knew I had to get some air. It was a survival instinct, I told her. She said it was time for dinner. Then she sat me down and told me not to worry. She said moments like this were like waking up in the middle of the night: You're scared, your'e disoriented, and you're completely convinced you're right. But then you stay awake a little longer and you realize things aren't as fearful as they seem.
There are times I think of us all and I wish we were back in second grade. Not really that young. But I wish it felt like second grade. I’m not saying everyone was friends back then. But we all got along. There were groups, but they didn’t really divide. At the end of the day, your class was your class, and you felt like you were a part of it. You had your friends and you had the other kids, but you didn’t really hate anyone longer than a couple of hours. Everybody got a birthday card. In second grade, we were all in it together. Now we’re all apart.
I try to be a careful person. Most of the time my carelessness is completely unintentional.
The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed.
you’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.
I asked you what you wanted and you said you didn't want anything. And I told you I wasn't planning on giving you anything; I was planning on giving you something.
I think that if you were somehow able to measure the weight of human kindness, it would have weighed more on 9/11 than it ever had. On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that.
I don't get this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.
If smart people are parodying it, that's a sure sign that some less smart people are believing it.
I am made for running. Because when you run, you could be anyone. You hone yourself into a body, nothing more or less than a body. You respond as a body, to the body. If you are racing to win, you have no thoughts but the body's thoughts, no goals but the body's goals. You obliterate yourself in the name of speed. You negate yourself in order to make it past the finish line.
I only have eyes for you.
Because when something happens, she's the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.
It won't be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.
They don’t have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.
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