A real friend isn't capable of feeling sorry for you.
you can love a person and still hate the decisions they've made, can't you?
The problem isn’t with rock lyrics, it’s with the fabric of this society itself.
What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars.
I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.
What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.