That's what faith's about. Believing what you don't want to believe.
I can feel you forgetting me.
our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time.
what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better.
what's worse than having an enemy, is having a friend that doesn't care.
when you run from something, it only stays with you longer.
when you fight something, it only makes it stronger.
you would rather go through your life doubting such a thing
was possible than knowing it was real and you couldn't have it.
peace will come when the power of love overcomes the love of power.
+ jimi hendrix
I always have someplace else I'd rather be, even if I don't know where that is.
I don't think we'll get caught, but the very possibility is half the fun.
The truth is, I wished for the same thing I always do, when I let myself wish at all. Him.
Why did everyone think I needed a new boyfriend? I didn't need a new boyfriend.
I'd had enough boyfriends to last a lifetime. The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
What they don't know is, no matter how they decide, they can't penalize me more than I'm already punishing myself.
Why do I care so much about him, and why do I wish I didn't? How can one person make me so confused all the time?
don't know how you say goodbye to whom and what you love.
I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense.
Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.
I didn't want to make the same mistake my parents made. I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.
It felt like I'd been living underground, and for a moment
, I'd been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you've seen that, how can you go back where you came
In life, the most interesting things tend to happen when you're on your way to do something else.
Having regrets is the only sign that you've done anything interesting with your life.
What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy.
I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned.
Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand.
Nothing seems interesting when it belongs to you, only when it doesn't.
How can you make someone love you when they won't? How long are you supposed to keep trying?
We all long for what could have been.
Memory can refuse to let you forget what you'd like to, and run away with that you'd like to remember.