I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.

I could point out that it isn't always easy knowing who you are and what you want, because then you have no excuse for not trying to get it.

I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

arrears, n. My faithfulness was as unthinking as your lapse. Of all the things I though would go wrong, I never thought it would be that. "It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

breathtaking, adj. Those moments when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.

How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?