Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it every time.

The terrible thing about love is that it takes away your safety net, your balancing pole. Even the tightrope you walk upon will disappear beneath you, yet love expects you to keep walking anyway, arms outstretched, one foot after the other, on nothing more than air.

Sometimes you've got to be able to listen to yourself and be okay with no one else understanding.

Real strength isn’t control. It’s knowing when to let go.

Nothing is more real than the masks we make to show each other who we are.

I once heard my mother tell my sister love only comes at a price, there's no way around it. You give up parts of yourself for love, she said. If that's true, I thought, the cost of our love had risen. And despite wanting to be as real to you as you were to me, I couldn't afford us any longer. We were beyond my means.

Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it every time.