Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

How many times would I throw this away before I realized it was what I had been looking for all along?

What’s the difference between spending your life trying to be invisible, or pretending to be the person you think everyone wants you to be? Either way, you’re faking.

Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed

I don't believe in writer's block. Most of writer's block is having too much time on your hands. My mantra is that you can always edit a bad page; you can't edit a blank page.

Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so.

I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.