Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to not make the same mistake twice.
Perfect is overrated. Perfect is boring." I smile. "You don't think I'm perfect?" "No. You're delightfully screwy, and I wouldn't have you any other way.
I don't understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It's like we're incapable of normal human interaction.
I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.
You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.
It's ridiculous how difficult a question can be when the answer means so much.
I wish the world would swallow us here, whole, in this moment. And that's when it hits me that this - this - is falling in love.
How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?
What'd I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.
If I had a euro for every stupid thing I've done, I could buy the Mona Lisa.
My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.
What my parents never considered is that I just wanted a choice.
I'm not interested in making what's easy. I'm interested in making what's beautiful.
A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.
Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.
You should show encouragement whenever you can. People try harder when they know that someone cares about them.
So what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure I need? Or someone I know I can't have?
How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?
Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lunges. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time.
Life isn't about what you get, it's about what you DO with what you get.
Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough.
I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.
I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
I am hard on myself. But isn't it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn't it better to break it yourself?
I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. "Is this okay?" I whisper. "Are you okay?" His reply is anguished. Honest. "I love you."
I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!
Foreign novels are less action-oriented. They have a different pace; they're more reflective. They challenge us to look for the story, find the story within the story.
You read a lot. - Safer than going on a real adventure
There are some people in life that you can't get over.
I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [...]
Seriously, I don't know any American girl who can resist an English accent.
I wish for the thing that is best for me.
Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.
Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it's a bad one?
Boys turns girls into such idiots.