Lifestyle is an terrible, unpleasant put to not have a very finest buddy.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

The further you go, the more you have to be proud of. At the same time, in order to come a long way, you have to be behind to begin with. IN the end, though maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try

Conciseness is underrated