When you're young it's easy to confuse passion for love.

I think that's the moment when we all grow up, when we stop blaming our parents for the messes we've made out of our lives and start owning the consequences of our actions.

In the end, I cared about him so much that I just thought he deserved someone who loved him more than I did.

You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.

When you love someone, it doesn't really matter if they love you back or not. Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. or punishment, depending on the circumstances.

If I weren't a writer, I'd be a psychiatrist.

We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.