One of the hardest tasks as a human being is knowing when to keep an open mind, and when not to.

Blessed books—they’re a place to be alone, and no one else can come in.

It occurred to me then that a lot of life was either about wanting and not having, or having and not wanting.

Just because it turned out bad, doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant.

So I put up with bad behavior in the name of loving the way I thought you were supposed to love.

It’s a simple truth that a secret is something you’re ashamed of.

And if you could make a choice, then why not pick happiness?