It's like you're a character in this book that everyone around you is writing, and suddenly you have to say, 'I'm sorry, but this role isn't right for me'. And you have to start writing your own life and doing your own thing.

fraught, adj. Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve to be spent on a lover? If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?

I am here because of love.

it's gonna hurt because it matters.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

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.

If we actually thought about every decision we made, we'd be paralyzed ... You have to decide which decisions you're actually going to make, and then you have to let the rest of them go.