People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

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.

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.) there are times I want to kiss you midsentence. undo the not-doing with one gesture.

it's the belief, not the words, that mean everything. it's the floating.