Some lessons can't be taught, they simply have to be learned.

My mother walks forward. She's crying, but there's a smile on her face. For God's sake, is it any wonder I can't ever understand what you people are feeling?

Is it because they are so comfortable, they already know what the other is thinking? Or is it because after a certain point, there is simply nothing left to say?

What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.

love doesn't follow the rules... nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.

I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.

What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the person you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you'd thought?