I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.
You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes.
So many things become beautiful when you really look.
It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.
A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.
And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.
Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.
The flip side of freedom is this: When you're completely free, you're also completely on your own.
The whole point of growing up is learning to stay on the laughing side.
I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.