To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, to be late is to be forgotten.

If you love something, set it free. If it was meant to be, it will come back to you. But this, of course, was bullshit. If you loved something and let it go...it would (hello!) find something else to love.

To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, to be late is to be forgotten.

When you peered into the windows of someone else's life, you could only guess what was going on.

I am a summer person.

Sometimes you regret the things you do, but they're over and done. Regretting the things you didn't do is tougher because they're still out there, haunting you with the what ifs.

Guilt and no guilt: these were the worst things. The only thing worse than the guilt was the fear of getting caught.