I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of terrible harm. I'm scared to be this happy. I'm scared to be this extreme.

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.

She closed her eyes. "I didn't know that. i didn't know anything. It scares me the things I told myself. But I would have told myself almost anything, because I wanted to believe him." "Why?" "Because I wanted to be with you.

The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Got that? -Coach Brevin

She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.

All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

What can I say? I'm obsessed. And as we all know obsessed girls can't be held responsible for our actions.