It’s not really the love that I envy, it’s the trust. The feeling that no matter how bad you screw up, there is always someone who will accept you and love you for who you are; not because they have to, just because they can’t not love you.

Sometimes, you just have to reassure the ones you love in precise language that you'll always be there. Sometimes words are enough.

There's a little blackness inside all of us.

We feel the love of strangers every day in the things they do that affect us without our knowledge.

It’s not really the love that I envy, it’s the trust. The feeling that no matter how bad you screw up, there is always someone who will accept you and love you for who you are; not because they have to, just because they can’t not love you.

Because sometimes you have to suffer without the things you want now so you can have everything you need later.

Sometimes letting someone go is the ultimate act of love.