I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.

Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.

It’s the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth.

Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said ‘friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier.

Just because someone's pretty, doesn't mean she's decent.