...I watch her so much that I forget it's raining at all.

Our story is over, yes, but our journey isn't, because we'll always live on the edge until the day we die.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.

Depression is pain in its purest form.

I think when you fall in love, like true love, it’s love for life. All the rest is just experiences and delusions.

Oh, this is going to be fun; he actually thinks he's teaching me something.

You're like a philosopher with tattoos.