Remember that every fire will burn itself out, even without your help.
No matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it … some stories just don’t have a happy ending.
Never trust a man who wears a pinkie ring. . . the only jewelry a guy should wear is a wedding band or a super bowl ring
Love doesn't follow the rules... nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.
It was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be.
Is it like this every night, while we're asleep?
I'm sure i'm worth a lot more dead than alive
I don't know. i don't care. all i know is when you pay for something that's supposed to give you a cup of coffee, you deserve to get your fucking cup of coffee.
But if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.
Your sister, I say evenly, is incredibly sick. I'm sorry if that interferes with your dentist's appointment or your plan to go buy a pair of cleats. But those don't rate quite as high in the grand sch...
You'd be surprised. Charlie said.You go to bed one night singing her a lullaby, and she wakes up listening to Limp Bizkit.What the hell is Limp Bizkit?
You would be surprised at the lengths you will go to to believe the best about someone if you truly love him.
You want to do something about it - take action, scream at them, tell them they're idiots - but you can't. Being on the fringe is the most disempowering feeling. You get so used to the world being a c...
You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
You didn't get past something like that, you go through it -- and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.
You can’t undo something that’s happened; you can’t take back a word that’s already been said out loud.
You can’t create life in a place that’s dying by degrees.
You can't be real, Delilah murmurs. Says who? I ask. Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?
You can miss a person you've never known.
Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?