But holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you strong. If anything it makes you weaker, because you are doing it out of fear.

What you need, what you deserve, is a guy who adores you
for what you are. Who doesn’t see you as a project, but a prize.

But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you’d get too used to that, you know?
You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you’ll never really
enjoy it when things go right.

Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push, so to speak.

An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great story led up to it, it would always have the last word.

But I was sure of something too:
It’s a lot easier to be lost than found.
It’s the reason why we’re always searching but rarely discover;
So many locks, not enough keys.

There is never a time or place for true love. it happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

Serious relationships are not something anyone should really be actively looking for because sometimes, the best relationships happen only by accident. i was beginning to see, though, that the unknown wasn’t always the greatest thing to fear. the people who know you best can be riskier, the words they say and the things they think have the potential to be not only scary but true, as well.

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise, you’ll never understand what it’s saying