When your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

Infatuation's just another word for not seeing clearly. When you start to love a person- that's when they become real

There was, really, nothing you could use as a blueprint for your life, except your past. There was no starting over. There was only picking up the pieces someone had left behind.

My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you're young. But I don't think we make any fewer when we're grown up

It does'nt matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.