I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for.

We only really remember things for five years. After that, what we remember, what's actually etched in our brain is our memory of the thing, not the thing itself. And five years after that, what's left is our memory of the memory.

Why does it take fear to move you? Why does it take chaos to make us understand exactly what we need to do?

People screw up, you know. You shouldn't hold it against them. You shouldn't expect everyone to know everything you're thinking about or not getting from them. It doesn't mean they don't love you. They just screwed up.

You can't finish the things you weren't supposed to start.

These things...they are who you are. They brought you here. To this day. You didn't give me a chance to understand that ever the unattractive parts of you, the messy parts, were something I could accept.

Sometimes you don't know it. What you have been waiting your whole life for. You don't know until it is happening.