I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.

Life isn't nearly as stable as we want it to be.

The ideas choose me, not the other way around.

There was a fine line between love and hate you heard that cliche all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it would be the one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness one day to feel like an intrusion.

What he did was wrong. He doesn't deserve your love. But he does deserve your forgiveness, because otherwise he will grow like a weed in your heart until it's choked and overrun. The only person who suffers, when you squirrel away all that hate, is you.

I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.