Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, caution.

Literature wasn't intended to be about perfect people, it was about flaws, very real and very deep human flaws.

You need to decide whether you're willing to risk being hurt, plain and simple. You can go for it and have a wonderful relationship. Or you might go for it and crash and burn brilliantly. It's up to you if you want to take that risk, up to you if it's worth it or not.

Love, no matter how it's expressed, is still love. We all have flaws, and so our love will be flawed. But that doesn't diminish it.

I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain.

I want you to know that you're the hottest biscuit this side of the gravy boat.

Our relationship felt like a Christmas gift that you hadn't asked for and weren't expecting to receive, but the minute you saw it, you knew it was perfect for you.