I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it.

Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.

it is so unfair that he lives in ohio, because that should be close enough, but since neither of us drives and neither of us would ever in a million years say, 'hey, mom, do you want to drive me across indiana to see a boy?,' we're kind of stuck.

We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.