I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.
Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.
If you stay, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I'll do that, too. I was talking to Liz and she said maybe coming back to your old life would be too painful, that maybe it'd be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I'd do it. I can lose you like that if I don't lose you today. I'll let you go. If you stay.
But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.
I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.
And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.
It's okay if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.
Love can make you immortal
I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.
It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.
Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.
Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.
I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.
We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again
You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control -Mia
I just think that funerals are a lot like death itself. You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control.
Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.
Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.
Adam is crying and somewhere inside of me I am crying, too, because I'm feeling things at last. I'm feeling not just the physical pain, but all that I have lost, and it is profound and catastrophic and will leave a crater in me that nothing will ever fill.
You just work through it. You just hang in there.
or simply:
