Sometimes family was the cruelest form of love there was, for no one could hurt you more than the people who created you.

Sometimes family was the cruelest form of love there was, for no one could hurt you more than the people who created you.

Ethics and I had crossed paths recently, and I’m not sure that I fell on the right side of the morality line.

You know you’re permanent, right?

Passion, friendship, love, loyalty, trust . . . if you found the right person . . . you really could have it all.

I want to be someone's everything. I want fire and passion, and love that's returned, equally. I want to be someone's heart.

It's better to say goodbye, to move on, to end the lie.