...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.

I think I’m dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.

The problem for me is that I can't ever really see who Gregory is, any more than I can see what a mirror by itself looks like, because he reflects whoever's around him.

old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

Everyday, every hour, I have held you close in my heart.

The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.