The only way someone can leave you is if you let them.

Everytime I look at a zebra, I can't figure out whether it's black with white stripes or white with black stripes, and that frustrates me.

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

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

Nobody, who looks at a shard of flint lying beneath a rock ledge, or who finds a splintered log by the side of the road would ever find magic in their solitude. But in the right circumstances, if you bring them together, you can start a fire that consumes the world.

You can blame your ugliness for keeping people at bay, when in reality you're crippled by the thought of letting another person close enough to popentially scar you even more deeply. You can tell yourself that it's safer to love someone who will never really love you back, because you can't lose someone you never had.

I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.