They say a story loses something with each telling.

Sighs and silences and avoided conversations are just as important as the things you do talk about.

Sometimes you have to give yourself to somebody in order to see who you are. Sometimes you have to unravel things to get to the core

What seems tragic now won't even be an issue in a few years time.

The important thing is not what we look like, but the role we play in our best friend’s life. Friends choose certain friends because that’s the kind of company they are looking for at that specific time, not because they’re the correct height, age, or have the right hair color

Chin up, don’t smile, don’t cry, don’t fall, walk.

You never forget about things you've done that you know you shouldn't have done. They hang around your mind, linger like a thief casing a joint for a future job. You see them there, dramatically lurking nearby in striped monochrome, leaping behind postboxes as soon as your head whips around to confront them. Or it's a familiar face in a crowd that you glimpse but then lose sight of. An annoying Where's Wally? forever locked away and hidden in every thought in your conscience. The bad thing that you did, always there to let you know.