You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.

Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.

In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

Things couldn't stay the same forever.

I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way