It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

What would you do if you had to choose?

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.