The relentless pull of love is a thousand times harder to fight than the tides. If you’re lucky, you’ll make it out before you drown. If you’re even luckier, you’re pulled under just long enough to wash away the sorrow. If you’re really lucky, like me, you resurface just in time to find the one you love floating right beside you.

Sometimes letting someone go is the ultimate act of love.

There's a little blackness inside all of us.

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.

The world can fall to pieces around us, but in the end, we'll always make it back to us.

The quickest path to self-destruction is to push away the people you love.

Life has shown me all too often that there is no rhyme or reason to the cruelty inflicted upon humanity.