It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.

Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.

When you have been burned by fire once, you don't leap into the flames again.

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

I truly believed that the cost of success for us shouldn't be the cost of failure for a good friend.

She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all." I test the words on my tongue. "I think I might be in love with her. But how can I really know, since the only love I've ever experienced was written for me?

You get through it, you just never get over it