Once you see the good in someone, it's hard not to notice the good in everyone.

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.

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

Sometimes letting someone go is the ultimate act of love.

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

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

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