‎Pick ten strangers and stick them in a room, and ask them which of us they feel sorrier for - you or me - and we all know who they'll choose.

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.

Suddenly, I don't want to be this person anymore. I don't want to pretend I'm fooling the world when I'm not. I want someone else to have a plan for me, because I'm not doing a very good job myself.

Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.

Your hand fits mine like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle

Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.

There's a lot of things you can't see if you aren't' looking.