I don't know what I was thinking, coming out here. There are no silver bullets in life, there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug youself.

I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?

He knew that there was a difference between something that makes you happy and something that doesn’t make you unhappy. The trick was convincing yourself these were one and the same.

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.