You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you've got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears for a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won't be able to cry for real when you need to.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

The truth doesn't always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatley wrapped lies

I think there are crossroads in our lives when we make grand, sweeping decisions without even realizing it.

But it was like wearing a size five sneakers when your foot is a seven- you can get by for a few steps, and then you set down and pull off the shoes because it just plain much

When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.

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?