Loneliness is a mirror, and recognizes itself.

Doctors put a wall up between themselves and their patients; nurses broke it down.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

so i do what i do best. i move in the opposite direction.

The way i see it, love is just a bigger, stickier form of trust.

There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.