There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?

Sometimes, all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.

Life can change in an instant.

I don't understand why people never say what they mean. It's like the immigrants who come to a country and learn the language but are completely baffled by idioms. (Seriously, how could anyone who isn't a native English speaker 'get the picture,' so to speak, and not assume it has something to do with a photo or a painting?)

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you’re afraid for the next moment, because it couldn’t possibly be quite as good? That’s what it felt like.