Honey, nobody ever knows someone completely. You have to just enjoy what you do know and have faith in the rest.

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.

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

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.

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.

Life is like waiting in line at the grocery store. You wait, you slowly move forward, you pay the price, then you exit unsatisfied and broke.